Ladybug Lodge Poetry

Thursday, March 19, 2026

Ae We Are... a poem by Anne Selden Annab

As We Are

Can't we just be pretty

as we are- and comfortable too

with

clean faces,

soft hair,

loose clothes

(easy to wash and wear clothes)

good shoes, good shoes where toes

can wiggle,

or bare feet...

Can't we just be

low maintenance-

saving our money for books,

and stockpiling time for enjoying

art

each other

or the great outdoors

in every mood & weather

watching

& walking

listening to bird song...

Feeling the wind in our hair

and under their wings.

Monday, March 31, 2025

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.

Thursday, March 6, 2025

Moon Cradle poem by Anne Selden Annab

Moon cradle

slung low

in the sky

as if to sway.

My hopes

nestle there

as night comes

and dreams.

Monday, March 20, 2023

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.

Thursday, May 13, 2021

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.

Thursday, October 29, 2020

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.

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

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