solitary one

on the pond today~

eyes watching

From chocolate,

cinnamon and vanilla ~

grass tempts winter tastes.

Voices of complaint ~
agitate stillness
to a froth.

Jane Penland Hoover

Haiku Friday

January 7, 2012

Like the good workers they are
moving back and forth
in and out, around the tables~

it is late - almost time to go~
a long day for young ones
attending to school and their tasks
here, setting tables, serving,
cleaning, and preparations.

I write. I listen to the mummers
of the future, dreams worked for
coming true.

Like the good workers they are
each one moving on, while I
linger slow, writing on and on.

Jane Penland Hoover

January 5, 2012

MightyBell– Day 4 Notice a Person

Today I slipped beneath the pulse

of blue ~ warm waters waiting

where I left them yesterday.

And so I swam and flipped into

interior memories of

each one who once accompanied

me, as we built two towers strong

enough to hold their golden

years ~ their lives lived longer still.

Today I am an older one

swimming in a pool others built

for my time of gold and  blue.

Jane Penland Hoover

January 5, 2012

ARiverofStones

on my morning walk

robin gathers fill~

I pause in wonder

Waves
An energetic circle
My mind races

Back
Through all those years
The two of

You
My little girls
Growing away

Toward
What is now your
Lives beyond us

Still
There are visits
Hugs and laughter

Smiles
Of wonderment
And joy as my hand

Waves

January 4, 2012
PA Wed prompt – unstoppable

sitting in our usual positions
lifting cups of steam,
to dream again
awake with mummers
moving in and out
as others come and go
sitting in our usual place
home beyond and home…

Our new year’s eve
ended at nine ~ unamused
by cheers, or lifting up
another glass of sparking juice~
so the others thought, while

we caught and held

the gleam of eye to eye

and time.