#311

After the rains, the colors 
quickly fade, so thankful
for modern technology to 
preserve the brilliance,
realizing that humans 
have always wanted 
to capture the intensity, 
through paints 
and pigments, 
                                                                                         the medium of art. 
                                                                                         catherinenglish 11-07-2013

#310

How quickly time passes,
my slobbering granddaughter,
no longer a baby,
getting ready to celebrate
her first birthday,
and I find I am more
like my mother with each
passing year,
my adoration of infants,
a done deal.

catherinenglish 11-06-2013

(photo by Anna English)
(remembering Dad on what would have been his 79th!)

#309

Today was a long, long day,
and I am tired, weak,
sad, stressed, ill, 
incredulous,
heart-broken,
angry,
not unlike this day
twenty-nine years ago.

catherinenglish 11-05-2013

#308

The flaming bush 
and the truck, two Big Reds
that remind me of Jerry 
back in Nebraska, 
missing his love of Fords
and flora on a gorgeous
autumn day. 

catherinenglish 11-04-2013

#307

Marty said, "There's a tree
on Pickwick I stood under," 
and we walked further up 
the street so she could find
this lovely umbrella of yellow,
so we could look up and be 
enveloped in the color of the sun.

catherinenglish 11-03-2013

#306

Walking Pickwick Street
in Springfield is a feast--
my appetite for color
satiated by autumn's 
curries and cinnamons.

catherinenglish 11-02-2013

#305

Of course, a granddaughter
is the sweetest of them all,
cute beyond cute, the apple 
of grandma's eye.

catherinenglish 11-01-2013