Muse for a Spring Monday

Chansons Innocentes: I in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it’s spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisbel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope and it’s springContinue reading “Muse for a Spring Monday”

Monday’s Equinox Musings

Since our little imp was a wee one, we love to read these picture books for Spring. What favorites do you have? A Bell for Ursli – Alois Carigiet/Selina Chonz Rechenka’s Eggs – Patricia Polacco (all of her family stories are favorites) Miss Rumphius – Barbara Cooney (also good for Summer Solstice) Miss Maple’s SeedsContinue reading “Monday’s Equinox Musings”

Monday’s New Beginnings Musings

Just knowing that February is gone gives me hope. By the first of March I have had enough of shoveling snow, sanding icy steps, entering and leaving the schoolhouse in the dark, making treacherous pre-dawn treks down slushy county roads. I know better than to think winter is over, but a day will comin inContinue reading “Monday’s New Beginnings Musings”

Monday’s Solstice Musings

THE WORLD BY JENNIFER CHANG One winter I lived north, aloneand effortless, dreaming myselfinto the past. Perhaps, I thought,words could replenish privacy.Outside, a red bicycle frozeinto form, made the world falserin its white austerity. So muchhappens after harvest: the moonperforming novelty: slaughter,snow. One hour the sameas the next, I held my handsor held the snow.Continue reading “Monday’s Solstice Musings”

Monday’s Mabon Musing

Embrace this time the change of light, with shorter days and longer nights.The wheel has turned, the time will change,the darker side of the earth remains.There is magick in the lunar light, with intuition at its height.The alchemy of Mother Earth, from birth to death, will come rebirth. Rejoice in this season, may it fillContinue reading “Monday’s Mabon Musing”

Musing on a Monday

The Apple Orchard Come let us watch the sun go downand walk in twilight through the orchard’s green.Does it not seem as if we had for longcollected, saved and harbored within usold memories? To find releases and seeknew hopes, remembering half-forgotten joys,mingled with darkness coming from within,as we randomly voice our thoughts aloudwandering beneath theseContinue reading “Musing on a Monday”

Monday’s Musing

Burning the Old Year BY NAOMI SHIHAB NYE Letters swallow themselves in seconds.   Notes friends tied to the doorknob,   transparent scarlet paper,sizzle like moth wings,marry the air. So much of any year is flammable,   lists of vegetables, partial poems.   Orange swirling flame of days,   so little is a stone. Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,   an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves aContinue reading “Monday’s Musing”