Cherry Blossoms ... a poem by Anne Selden Annab

Cherry Blossoms- Washington DC

 

    Cherry Blossoms

There is an invasive bloom

of beauty

boughs and boughs

of beauty

brought as a gift,

a bribe

of beauty

from

a  friend

who later turned into an enemy

then turned into a friend again

and again and again

renewing every Spring

simply the gift

of beauty

and diplomacy.

Gentle words and deeds.

Respect for others.

Be kind, be good,

be better than war

be stronger than violence

be longer than memory

& wiser than history.

 

poem copyright ©2025 Anne Selden Annab  

Moon Cradle poem by Anne Selden Annab

 

        Moon cradle

Moon cradle

slung low

in the sky

as if to sway.

My hopes

nestle there

as night comes

and dreams.

 

  poem & photo copyright ©2025 Anne Selden Annab 

To Mulch

    To Mulch

    

Late February

in our front hall

I reach for,

touch

the dried leaf

on the wood floor

fully expecting to pluck up

a lovely lacy leaf right before

it floats away.

But that light lacy leaf

about to waft away

rebels- crumbles ... mud

from a boot tread

now dust

on my finger tips.

                                                                                   poem copyright ©2023 Anne Selden Annab

Alone, an Iris Poem by Anne Selden Annab

     Alone

She fully bloomed

at night, long before

dawn. No sun,

no light,

or warmth.

No script.

No audience

to unfurl her beauty

to or for...

She is iris

in our garden,

ink on a page,

She is poem.

 

                  poem & photo copyright ©2021 Anne Selden Annab 

An October Rainstorm Poem by Anne Selden Annab

No dance,

just drop:

Leaves fall faster

in the rain.

Drenched and sopping

heavy with wet

immune to breeze

and waft

Pulled

straight

down

(or sideways

down)

to earth

no shuffle, no scurry, no dither, no dilly-dally- just tree then land.

 

poem copyright ©2015 Anne Selden Annab

Twenty Twenty a New Year Poem by Anne Selden Annab

Silver sunrise
for twenty twenty

Sky mist swirls
into distinct shapes.

Blue skies now silhouette tall trees-
trunks, branches, twigs...

with birds that sing as our sky decides
to (momentarily) be a thunderous dark grey

Only long enough to crystallize
a scattering of celebratory snow flurry

poem copyright ©2020 Anne Selden Annab

A Secret Sparkle

 
    A Secret Sparkle

There is a secret sparkle
to quicken soon
into life
into a living thing
nudging.

A knowledge of change
starts with a startled blink.

A knowledge of loss
limits who might be told
for now, briefly, as science brews
a human being.

All the while small details
become more and more real
as thoughts stir and curiosity
takes hold.

What color will her eyes be
and her hair- will it curl,
will it glint in the sun.

Who will her features echo
as time folds touching ancestors
and marriages and mingling
reaching back into forever.

Will she have my grandmother's
hazel eyes, or my daughter's
dark brown
or my dad's deep cerulean,
or her father's green grey blue.

A small speck
a sparkle, if luck holds,
a secret soon to swell
into wonderfully obvious
and alive- and adorable.

poem copyright ©2015 Anne Selden Annab