Thursday, April 28, 2016

Chocolate chip cookies with peanut butter

two sticks of butter,
2 c. of chocolate chips
1.5 c of sugar.
but it's not enough, no siree,
as he slathers on another T of peanut butter
before sinking his teeth, coating his tongue
in pure delight.
never mind the scale.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

all of a sudden

all of a sudden it's green
the ground cover, the buds, the leaves
the sunshine filters through
lush green, the sunlight looks green
a harmony of green
all of a sudden life burst forth
the birds are singing
I am singing.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016


they are groaning
pushing, struggling, succeeding
in pushing the rain soaked soil to the side
their leaves opening the moment they hit cool air.
the weeds are winning,
I see them spread from morning to morning,
pushing aside the plants I love, the ones I have planted,
hopefully waiting for blooms and blossoms.
these weeds,
the endurers through nuclear holocaust,
through drought and desert, through snow and sleet,
they wait for the right moment and push forth.
we, the gardeners, gaze at them with wonder
and despair, our small hand tools and knee pads
at hand, we bow to them, we battle them
and we know this will be a battle
never won, only postponed.

Monday, April 25, 2016

the sweetness of life

for some, loaded with chocolate chips
the dough merely a glue to hold them together
that's my husband.
for me,
nuts rule, with chocolate chips mixed in
to a thick butter dough.
cookies are the sweetness of life,
warm with cold milk,
dipped in coffee,
or cold and crunchy, bites stolen
between lines of Matlab code.
only cookies rejuvenate a stale brain.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Best friends at first sniff

if only
if only
we ran across the field towards each other
tags wagging furiously, yes, a few nips, some teeth
and a couple growls and then all forgiven.
the walls would fall at the borders, 
all would be fed,
there would be no guns and each child would
have a mother and a father.
black, brown and white all play together 
like these two.
if only.

Friday, April 22, 2016

passover seder

we are the gentiles
amongst Jews, the minority,
the unknowing, the ignorant, the importance
of Moses, of Abraham,
of wicker baskets floating amongst the reeds,
of escaping through parting seas
unleavened bread grasped at the last moment.
of the need for Israel, for home.
we are white, the gentiles, the tall ones,
the ones who walk without knowing
the tragic flow of tears, of parsley dipped
in salt water
of remembrance.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Sheep grazing in the fields

i dreamt i was back in New Zealand,
endless hillsides of green pasture dotted with sheep
the peacefulness 
rounded mounds of white fluff, some sheep standing,
some resting in the lush grass
clouds scuttling across the sky, promising rain.
but this was Colorado a couple days after a blizzard,
the snowmen have stooped to the ground, some are
lying down, others have lost their arms,
they look like sheep grazing in a pasture in 
new zealand.