Bread

Bread - the food of the world

Every nation,

Every tribe has a bread

Bread

Swedish loaves dark with rye

American white loaves of sourdough,

Tortillas in Mexico made of corn.

Bread - the staple of every clime

Every country;

Every village has a bread.

Bread

French baquette, English scone,

Middle east pita and Jewish challah,

India's chapati and Irish Soda.

Bread - A food of life,

Ever eaten

Where people find comfort

Bread

At humble kitchen tables, in richest homes,

Served in the soup kitchens, carried in the streets

Jesus served his friends bread and spoke of life.

Autumn in the Air

Between the rails of the garden fence

Leaves have lodged to peaceful sleep

The winter through, quiet, waiting,

For spring rain and warm sun

To replace them on the branches overhead

 And grant them leave to

Return to the soil.

Glass

Mosaic

Work of glass

Light plaited 

Candy apple red, 

Rose, rust, 

Amber, blue, 

Green, orange,

White, pink zig-zags 

Woven ribbons

Arrows shining 

Colors inside and out

November Rose

Winter bloom,

November rose,

Red and glowing in the sun.

Sing our hearts 

To the year's end

Cheer us on till spring comes.

Dancer in Red

Skirt of red
Flying,

Ballerina pirouettes 

On tiptoe

In a setting of blue
Violet and green,

Flower, leaf, 
Light

Sunset, 
River
Sky.

Far from Home

Sycamore leaf

Far flung from home

Alone now,

Without your kin,

Among strangers.

Free at last, you roam.

Caught, not by binding stem

To the home tree;

Caught in a new place

Low in the lowly grasses.

Sights are foreign.

Life is crowded still.

You fluttered before;

Fought furiously

Fought free; 

But you didn't know 

How to fly.

Come rest against 

The wall, the house, 

The garden gate

'Till you find family again.

Football Flower

Mums make me recall 

Cold nights and stadium lights

Lettered sweaters and 

Concession stand hot-dogs 

With Coco-Cola.

Mums remind me of homecoming,

Of scoreboards flashing

Home versus Visitors,

Of the Star-Spangled Banner

Sung by Betty Sue White

One look at a mum and

I see N.H.S. in silver glitter.

One look and I hear voices cheering

A runner down to the end zone.

Touchdown!

One look and I hear the band take up 

Its victory song, see them march

In black and red lines, 

Waving flags, beating drums, 

Piping flutes and trombones.

One look and I see cheerleaders, 

Pompoms and megaphones.

I see children climb,

Children play on the

Concrete steps of the bleachers. 

Mums make me feel

The autumn chill in the air.

Make me shiver. 

Mums take me back to those 

Glorious fall game nights

Grandma's Dolls

Now I am Grandma.

Starting into my sixty-first year,

I am still my Mama's child.

These pieces of simple life

Cornhusk dolls

One a bride in green,

One an angel in blue,

One a girl wearing a dress with puffed sleeves

Speak to my little girl inside

That I will never be too old

Never need give up play and joy,

Will always be Daddy's girl.

Kansas

Like a wheel 

Of one of many covered 

Wagons which

Once lined this old town's streets

Before bricks paved them

Before substantial buildings 

Took up residence and 

Stores opened

Along them

Snowfake 

Heralding Christmas

Snowflake

Never falling, never melting

Snowflake

Sparkling blue at night

Blue starburst

Snowflake

Above a dusty Kansas street

Holding up the bold blue

Sky. 

Wedding Flowers

This bouquet graced a table 

At the wedding day of my son

Aren't they bright and sweetest?

Aren't they beautiful and fun?

White, the white of wedding gown,

White for purity, Pink for joy!

Baby's breath is for promises,

Blue for the eyes of my boy.