Category Archives: Children
In the foothills of New Hampshire, on the threshold of the White Mountains, the sun began to warm the valley. The warm spring morning sprayed glistening frost into fog. Another growing up season had passed. The children were getting dressed with some apprehension.
I looked out the kitchen window and I could smell, feel spring, and see it lightly, loftily, taking its place. The morning greeted me with multiple shadows getting more confident and larger behind cereal bowls and warm buttered coffee cake.
Budding on branches
Spring’s new born generation
Peaks beyond shadow
dVerse~ Haibun Monday: The Shadow Knows 4/3/2017
It has always been hard for me to describe the birth and the growth of three sons. They, became so entwined in my birth, that all I could do was to enjoy their wrapping around me; until we let each other go, with love unharmed.
Child like seedling small
Born in the soil of mother
Grow over the wall.
Small Spider in my car catches me unaware,
tickling on my chin.
How did he get in?
So sweet, so cute, what should I do with him?
I’ll stick my head out the car window— at 50 miles per hour
That should be the last of him.
Shoot! There goes my hat.
But not, apparently, still hanging on,
Is my new best friend.
Brass, brazen maple leaf, embossed with a very serious face. Buds around you change in every season; green in spring, leaf in summer, then celebrate their passing in bright reds, yellow, and orange. Crackling under my feet, whispering to me; seasons pass and I am looking forward to wintry solitude.
You, my friend, stand against my fence. Never blowing away. Brass and brazen, always in the same place.
A gift from a flea market, many years ago. A gift from my children, placing our imagination, with their love, in an honored presentation, on Father’s Day; of my favorite leaf, one from a maple tree, brass, brazen as could be; never blowing away, always in the same place, as their love continues for me.
Splintered kindling wood
Moss growing moist on north side
Summer serves them well
Written In Center Sandwich NH at Kathleen’s place.