Giving way . . .

praying mantis in leaves

Black gives way
to grey
gives way
to green
gives way to . . .

Somewhere in our neighborhood
high above gently steaming rooftops,
mists-waifs dance and sway
straining to reach
the sun-touched tips of ageless trees.

Black gives way
to grey
gives way
to green
gives way to . . .

Rustling sounds of morning air
tentative stretches and pin-feather fluffing,
shy chirps still at night sentry’s cry
Rise! Shine! Begone night’s despair!
sly humor on the wing of owl.

Black gives way
to grey
gives way
to green
gives way to . . .

Shadows scurry in shame
creep down siding, slide between leaves
sun rouses slumbering buds
sets nectar flowing, calls all to feast
welcomes bee, hummingbird, stalking beasts.

Black gives way
to grey
gives way
to green
gives way to . . .

Spring Has Sprung

And just how do I know when that blessed thing called spring

has finally sprung?

Simple!

Cat-hair drifting --

not unlike flower petals

shaken from trees by a last-minute

hiss of winter’s disbelief

Mother Nature is having her way!

Cat-hair, I say!

A wee bit here

and a wee bit there,

chased by the vacuum cleaner

with a roar and sucking air.

Or, consider the pollen --

gold flecks scattering hither and yon

to gently land on mist-covered surface

baked into permanence

and staking their claim

to impetuously

seed the next year’s spring.

More?

Cast your disbelieving eyes on

my swollen nose,

reddened

by constant application

of the softest Kleenex known to mankind.

Ah! In the final analysis,

spring’s promise is always heralded

by allergy-laden bliss.

I see you, too, are a believer.

Writing in the Rain

In early April, I submitted a short poem I wrote during the February NaHaiWriMo to Olympia’s Poet Laureate and the City of Olympia for Spring Arts Walk 2017. Selected poems would be ‘painted’ onto sidewalks around downtown Olympia using waterproof coating to make them appear when the pavement was wet. For those who know anything about the Pacific Northwest, that pretty much describes the state of the weather year-round.

Much to my delight, I received the following email on Thursday April 27:

Dear Shannon,

Thank you for submitting your poem to the Spring Arts Walk “Writing in the Rain” project. We received over 100 poems and are excited to install ten poems around Olympia for viewing this weekend.  

Your poem has been selected to appear at the NE corner of Legion and Adams, and will be installed for viewing starting April 28, 2017. Thank you for your contribution to the literary arts and for the curiosity your poem will inspire for all.

Deepest gratitude,  

Amy Solomon-Minarchi,  Poet Laureate of Olympia

Bird Cages

Some think they’re
Filthy
Incriminating
Restrictive
Unfair.
Some build them
Bar by bar
To hold lonely
Hope, lonely
Fear.
Some bow their head
In solemn acknowledgement
Of the caged life
Within.
Some pass on by
See not, nor 
Hear
The bird perched
Inside.