It's Tuesday

 So Blogger Buds,

Or in your garden?

AND...It's a dog's life.

AND...Poems and Paintings

The Arts Council had a gallery showing based on poems.  Two artists chose one of  the HH's.

Remembering a snow scene

                               

The snowflakes fell steadily

Out of a pewter sky.

 I stood at the edge of a meadow,

Just outside of the tree line.

 

There wasn’t even a hint of wind

To rustle some dried limbs.

Nor the flutter of wings

Or stutter of a squirrel.

 

If not for the falling snow,

It would have been as if

I stepped into some artist’s landscape

Hanging on the wall

Of someone’s entryway.

 

The total lack of sound

Created its own kind of

Sensation: the rotation

Of the earth as it hurled

Through the universe.

 

After forty years

The scene still lives

As pristine as ever

At the center

Of my consciousness.

 

 

 

 

 

What's on your desk? Got flowers? Dogs? Spoiled critters? Poems? Paintings?