Truth Comes - Anita Holzberg

Truth comes
  fluttering through the trees
Truth waits for no one
  a sneeze and she is there

Truth comes through the vines that flank my yard
Beyond the fountain that seeks water to flow

Truth is everywhere written on the flying bird
on the clouded sky on the rim of madness and
sadness

I wait for her
Do not utter a word

Until, the day is here
Lines of communication are open
Loud and clear
This is the first is many a year

Truth comes like a silk dancer
On the wind of memory and deed
Truth lies in the meadow of silence
Heed, Heed! 

The Cheese Stands Alone - Anita x

I will sit again in the corner
 memorizing the wall
I will wait at noon time
  for your call
How many years the wallflower
The fly on the wall
How many years
  "the cheese stands alone"

Today, I own up to this
Today, I am stronger than that

I live  alone, dine alone, bath alone
say good night alone

I can say these words in sadness
I can cry over these words

But, alas, I do not
My best friend holds my truth
My best friend says goodnight
My best friend stands up to my sadness

I am not alone

I am not sad

And the cheese has more than one best friend.

I Open My Heart - Anita Holzberg

Cool winds blow
  I awake at 5 to the sound of the wind
It is March
  The trees are blooming 
  At 9
The sky will become clear
I will walk in full sun
Yesterday, so tired
I never did my exercise
Yet, 7 lbs. down

As the day unfolds
Picchu gobbles her new cat food
So much to her liking

I open my heart to the wind and shadow
Spring wakes
My vision is clear

Like Hemingway's Moveable Feast
I write a bit, stop, write again
save some for the next day
and begin again.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg 

Spring POEM - ANITA HOLZBERG

In just spring   when the world is puddle-luscious           when the frog "rivet rivet"                       and the sun stays in the sky seemingly                                     forever In just Spring   when the spirits soar     and we fall in love once more             with the season of romance Reckless heads turn   short shorts appear     on long legs      capri for some of less fortunate In just Spring   when the puddles are lusious      when the bees return to the pollen             when sneezing is beyond believing when the sun bathing season begins I sit here on a park bench   I watch the parade of people go by Its Spring   every bush is ringing         every brook is bubbling                 every head a turning Ah, Shakespeare wrote about this       Milton and Yeats adorned this              the scriptures told about this too.... And You   What are you doing this Spring day      Is your head turning too? Anita Schiffman Holzberg Sunnyvale, CA USA

Words - ANITA Photo - ANN x

Did you ever wonder if a snowflake knows where it is landing?
Nature, we must honor her. While seeing the light between the trees,
a bird rustles by and I am startled and the deep blue sky.

Some Thoughts - Anita Holzberg

Some Thoughts: Dawn Song

I wait for the light
  Picchu hears my step
I drink my cinnamon hazel nut coffee
the week looms  l a r g e
nothing succeeds like success
I walk further each time
the feet can take it
I continue to continue

I visit Jim and laugh with him
He does not utter a word
Trapped in a hospital bed
He eats the chicken sandwich I brought
I show him the IPHONE he is fascinated
I talk about his Blackberry

I arrive home and take a walk
I speak to Isabelle
Her voice is strong and lively
I now wait for the light

I hold the reigns of the heart 
I hold the heart close
As the day starts
The sun rises
It is a new day!

The Changing Light - Anita Holzberg

Arise at 7 AM, still dark
Went back to sleep til 8 AM
The light comes
Now streaming in my living room
It is 10, but really 9
Changing light
Chirping birds
The Spring begins
We lust for new blooms
new plants, barbecues and 
outdoor swim
It is the beginning
Light bathes us 
We are transformed with the new season. 

MARCH - Anita Holzberg

March comes in like a lamb
  the rain almost non-existent
60 and 70 degrees
  I put away my Winter coats
My geraniums bloom
Then, we have a day of raw weather
   I make my bean stew
      I drink 3 cups of spiced tea
I wear a sweater and a coat
      I listen to my daughter for
almost an hour
      Her voice makes my day
We are talking about serious subjects
I shop for my party for Rachel
Gouda and Edam cheese high on the list
It is March and the clouds have parted
This is good!