what does it mean
what will it bring
what are your dreams
mine are filled with some of these….
writing, hiking, and more snaps
travels, walking and taking naps
a grandson arrives in Februar
so does the winter and perhaps more white hair
in the Spring, a little more sunshine gives way to plant more trees and a garden to til
up to my elbows in poetry, a book and art
no day or night should pass without a kiss to my heart
peace I believe begins with me
seeds to be sown one letter at a time
A is for Alicia, B for Bed, C for Cathy, D for Dad, E for Elephant, F for Faith, G for Gretchen, H for Home, I for Italy, J for the Joy still unknown
sow seeds of love and peace, of green trees and saplings, breathe oxygen into this space
© Anita Adams 12/29/2017
Games and Barbecues
Hot, steamy, humid afternoons
Time for a swim in a creek, river or backyard bin
When Americans immigrated from all corners of the world collide and celebrate the freedoms we have with one big grin.
Today we don’t celebrate quite the same, the America I know is divided, Republican and Democrat, Liberal and Unaffiliated, White or Black, Woman or Man, Child or Adult and so many other prejudices I care not to name their parts.
What holds me in Gratitude, is Faith. A Faith that God exists and will prevail over the injustices of this country and world. Peace will once again settle in all of our bones and hearts. Until then, I will continue to share the peace and love planted in my heart so long ago with all of those I meet through writing and art.
Peace. Shalom. Heiwa, Pace, Paix, Sholem, Beke, Pax, Paz, Frieden