Out back, behind the yard
in the brush and scrub at the edge
a world unfolds for those willing
to stop and look, crunch and tread
where squirrel and ant, snake and fox
hunt and work, amongst the deadfall
Wonder of nature in the back, beyond
the cut lawn and past the leaf litter
a bend of a branch held by ivy
a curl of birch bark
a spider’s leg showing below the
lip of a fungus on an old trunk
patterns in the ground, beneath the
newness of spring in the woods
before the full greening of the
new shoots and leaves
in between time in early April
in New Hampshire
April 22, 2006 9:48pm, about the Saturday before Easter, April 15, 2006, Claremont, NH
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Saturday, April 22, 2006
Nature Walk
Labels:
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Location:
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Thursday, April 20, 2006
Darks, Whites, and … Pinks
A routine task made different
with three little girls in the house
For a man who learned
laundry “skills” in college,
long before boys took Home Ec.
We were lucky when there was more
than a single load
(that didn’t cause the washer to tilt)
Now with a four, five, and nine year old
cluster of little princesses
It is darks, whites, and pinks
when I sort their clothes
Separate baskets, separate settings,
for pink clothes –
Capris, and “blouses”, and skorts,
Oh My!
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with three little girls in the house
For a man who learned
laundry “skills” in college,
long before boys took Home Ec.
We were lucky when there was more
than a single load
(that didn’t cause the washer to tilt)
Now with a four, five, and nine year old
cluster of little princesses
It is darks, whites, and pinks
when I sort their clothes
Separate baskets, separate settings,
for pink clothes –
Capris, and “blouses”, and skorts,
Oh My!
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edited January 12, 2019
Darks, Whites, and Pinks – v3
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2019/01/darks-whites-and-pinks-v3.html
edited June 15, 2014
edited June 15, 2014
Darks, Whites, and Pinks – v2
Father’s Day
4/20/06 3:00pm
Darks, Whites, and Pinks
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Sunday, April 16, 2006
A Certain Male Timbre
The words were different,
not just in amplitude
with more voices raised in the same
solemn reverent ancient prayer
No it was the certain male timbre
reverberating off the timbers of the vaulted ceiling
echoing off the cinder walls, the pews,
a different tone, with more bass
Joined in His model prayer
role models missing too often
on other Sunday morns
The pater noster again
Marking the unity in the Easter morning
when fathers join mothers and children
dressed all in new bright finery
adding voice and a sharing
in the common elements
the familiar memorized words
of our Lord and Savior
Matthew 6:9-13
April 16, 2006 21:45
not just in amplitude
with more voices raised in the same
solemn reverent ancient prayer
No it was the certain male timbre
reverberating off the timbers of the vaulted ceiling
echoing off the cinder walls, the pews,
a different tone, with more bass
Joined in His model prayer
role models missing too often
on other Sunday morns
The pater noster again
Marking the unity in the Easter morning
when fathers join mothers and children
dressed all in new bright finery
adding voice and a sharing
in the common elements
the familiar memorized words
of our Lord and Savior
Matthew 6:9-13
April 16, 2006 21:45
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