Dawdling

         
      Dawdling

Delayed day break
in the dim and blur
of snow fall
at dawn...

Grey tones
patterned
with crystals.

Pause.

Eventually
snow clouds lighten
lifting allowing

radiant
gleam.

poem & photo copyright ©2014 Anne Selden Annab

Adding Spice to Life

    Adding Spice to Life

On the day you were born,
sweet Basil,
deer were in the woods
watching us slow down.
 
On the day you were born,
sweet Basil,
a large flock of geese
floated on the creek.
 
On the day you were born,
sweet Basil,
we saw a mallard and his mate
and a merganser.
 
On the day you were born,
sweet Basil,
Your older brother had
garlicky hummus on pita for lunch
 
with slices of cucumber.

poem & photo copyright ©2014 Anne Selden Annab

Christmas Is

         Christmas Is

Christmas is in the lights
and the songs and the stories
and the gifts we give
& the cookies we make
and share...

Christmas is in every kitten
every card, every note
every newly born baby...

Every child loved
every memory cherished.

Every falling in love
... every newlywed
every anniversary...

It is in every Advent
all purple and pink
and then heavenly blue skies
white snow- green fragrant pines
red bows.

It is apron pockets
and ruffles and recipes
with cinnamon spice
and warm apple cider
and gatherings
in and out of the kitchen

Christmas is in every tree
and the journey from seedling to here
in all homes...

And outside

it is in distant bells ringing
a train whistle blowing
geese honking
and me

loving Christmas.

poem & photo copyright ©2013 Anne Selden Annab

Elevations

    Elevations

Moon fall
drops
into my early morning window

A full moon
porthole of light

lifting me
from my chair

poem & photo copyright ©2013 Anne Selden Annab

Rustling

     Rustling

Leave openings
for letters...
Slots in doors.
Boxes on streets.
Time in a day...

Leave openings
for letters,
letting minds
probe words...
as leaves play
lingering.

Pages and pages
of paper printed once
and reread ad infinitum
as echoes of memory
recall thoughts
& languages
to pontificate

as leaves play
lingering.

poem & photo copyright ©2013 Anne Selden Annab

My November

       My November

An autumn errand
on a blue sky day
is the sound of leaves
and the sight of trees
ablaze - Sun Gold
Bronze Bright Red
Apricot Orange
Russet Brown all bringing out
airy tunnels of tree reach...
curving into glorious glorious
glorious gold all around
A treasury of ethereal
with late afternoon light.

poem & photo copyright ©2013 Anne Selden Annab

Transport

                     Transport

I did not see
until later
how he took stones
and tumbled them
with boulders of light
plunging though the trees
rumbling his truck
on the hillside
through patches of grass
and shale and clover

poem & photo copyright ©2013 Anne Selden Annab