Dreams

Dreams

Dreams curl on tired grey clouds
bend with the breeze on tired elms
sing with the coyote in the stillness
dreams are there though distant.

Dreams hide in the rushing stream
rustle in the tall prairie grass
rock cradled in mother's arms
dreams are there though distant.

Dreams find a way of living on
are there to be found if we look
hope is oftentimes reclusive
dreams are there though silent.

Written for Poetry Pantry

Journey

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Journey

It becomes harder and harder to journey anywhere with more regulations and things to be checked.  Computers, smart phones, shoes, coins.  Questions to be answered...who packed your bags, who will you visit, how long will you be gone?  Scans to walk through.  Liquids to be accounted for. More cross-questioning.  I do wonder if this makes things safer or just so difficult that it acts as a deterrent to travel at all. Perhaps the goal is to keep everyone at home.

Taking a journey

isn't as it used to be

it used to be fun

Written for Sumana's Midweek Motif - Journey

Time is Almost Here

Time is Almost Here


Time is almost here for cuddling with dogs
in front of the fireplace as the wind whistles
ferociously with vengeance outside my door. 

Time is almost here for a hot cup of tea
warm sweatshirts and heavy blankets
to take away the chill of night.

Time is almost here for life to slow down
for television movies and good books
to help pass the time.

Time is almost here for me to reflect
on both the happy and sad times the past
and to hope and plan for what is yet to be.

Time is almost here, but not yet.
Time is almost here,
                                    but not yet.

This is written for Poets United Poetry Pantry.  We are having an unseasonably warm fall. It is beautiful, but I know it cannot last forever.  The dogs above are Tulip and Basil. They are good 'warmers' in cold weather. It is hard to get a photo of Violet, who is more of a loner. Sigh.

Dark Moon

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Dark Moon

Though the moon is dark
and not visible to the eye
we know it is still there
a faithful friend who
will appear again and again
like dreams
on a warm summer night
if only we wait
eyes turned skyward
and believe.

Written for Poets United Midweek Motif:  Dark Moon/New Moon

Two Short Autumn Poems

Two Short Poems of the Season

By Sue Ann, with Permisson

 Sunset

Sunrise and sunset

and all the hours in between

time passes so fast

I must capture  radiance

at the right moment

and snap the photograph

that will remind me of beauty

when I question

if life is good.

By Sue Ann, with permission

Autumn

So much of nature in fall is naked

stripped of  green garments of  life.

My heart takes its cue from nature,

 awaits something beyond sight

as I sing praises of nature's plan

and try to grasp the concept

that one must first die to be reborn.

Two autumn poems from 2012.  My feelings about then are the same as they are now.  Shared with Poets United Poetry Pantry.

I Sing

I Sing

I sing in the morning
and all the day long

I sing softly or loudly
I cannot stop my singing

I sing of my sadness
and of my delight

I sing of the memories
to brighten my day

I sing of the sadness
I cannot forget

I sing of my hopes
may they not be dashed

I sing of trees
and colorful autumn leaves

I sing of water
and the essence of life

I sing to my dogs
they always understand

I will sing to you too
when you need a song


I was uninspired this afternoon when I thought of what I might share in the Poets United Poetry Pantry.  So I took a look at the poems my PU friends were sharing.  Alas - I was inspired by Rosemary Nissen-Wade's poem "I Sing."  So I wrote my OWN "I Sing Poem."  If you have not yet read Rosemary's poem, please check it out!

Here is the Love

Here is the Love

Here is the love
that warms my heart
on this autumn day

When photos speak
poetry needs no words

One feels the love.


A baby giraffe was born in our zoo this past summer.  These photos were taken a few days ago.  I do think it is true that a picture is worth 1000 words.  

Written for Midweek Motif - "Animals."