a favorite Holiday
anticipated joy
clean slate
white magic
everything – clean
decorated – the trees and branches
an invitation to play
sled
an unexpected – art day
Snow Magic!
©Anita Adams 2021
Snow Magic
Poetry
When I was three
I lived by the sea
collecting sand and water in a sieve to see what I could see
When I was three
there were five more of us all under the age of eight, four brothers and a sister, making six
two parents, a house, a few blocks away – we’d walk to play in the biggest playground I’d ever seen
When I was three
life was simple
play and nap
eat and snack
until the sun set and the moon rose
When I was three
life was an adventure
swimming in the ocean
playing in the sand
oh… life was grand!
Fine?
Monday
Martin Luther King, Jr. Day
Abscess discovered – root canal scheduled – yikes!
How’s your day
Fine you say
By the way, what does ‘fine’ mean
Not rough – boring- painful – just like yesterday
My day began and ended with an abscess
Now, it ends with a sigh – a record – relaxation and perhaps a giggle
It will not end with Fine
~ Anita Adams 1/18/2021
This Tree – Anita’s Tree was cut down from the Biltmore Grounds and a Sapling was planted. I wish the Sapling well. And I bid this beautiful Meadow Oak farewell.
Dreaming….
flying without wings
through the air
through the trees
through a cloud
over the pond
glimpse the frog
land on a log
flying side by side with lady dragonfly
turning stones in the creek
scoop one up and fly it home
fly so fast
land on land at last
Dreaming.
2020 – A New Year’s Eve Sonnet
Written 12/31/2019
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Health
Joy
Life’s purpose
All collide to form an artistic mosaic
Earth is returned to dirt and light
Moon and Sun
Birds’ song and flight
Seasons once present – beckon to return
Winter
Spring
Summer
Fall
Love’s root – the Oak
Its branches – the birds’ song
All combined, reach up to the Heavens – to the One who resides there
All Hearts connected through an invisible thread – Love
Listen to Love’s guidance
attentive presence is all that’s required
~ Anita Adams 12/31/2019
Cloudless
is the sky
blue is the heaven
new is the day
fresh is the air
wind in her hair
song in her heart
~ Anita 2/2020
Unravel
Confusion
iritation
hostage
mitigation
conclusion
one day at a time
the answer to all frustrations
breathe
believe
let go of the unseen
“What was once, is no more, what’s more, is gone to sleep behind the shadows.”
©Anita Adams 2019
Transition
that place in-between
not knowing where you’re headed
and what will be
a place where only Faith can lead
a time for prayer and meditation
served with a glass of mint tea, sunshine and gurgling water
company visits in the form of an occasional hummingbird, butterfly or dove
Transition calls for Faith in the unknown and unseen
for the window to open
space for fresh air and breath
Time to let go and Believe where one will be led will be safe and free
~ Anita Adams 7/31/2019
Where’s Winter?
Here in Applachia …
land of heavy snowfalls, frost, rime ice and mistletoe
winter seems to have passed us by returning to Spring
daffodils and irises are sprouting through the brown, soggy ground
record rainfalls, fog and plenty of clouds
Where’s winter asks the worms as they squirm along the pavement looking for their home in the darkness of the earth
Where’s winter asks the fish in the pond as they swim around, confused by warm temperatures, sunshine, short days and rain
Where’s winter asks the trees as they sway back and forth confused by the winds of an early Spring…instead of Winter’s frozen ground
Where’s winter asks the farmers as their fields begin to sprout
Where’s winter asks I as I look about?
© Anita Adams 1/2019
Nightfall
he wrote once …
where does love go when the light goes out
a question to ponder
the answer, I believe is under the covers
faith steps in and out
a dance, a rhythm of breath and sound
where does love go when the lights go out
love is always present
just whisper and listen
I’m here under the covers
©Anita Adams 2018
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