Anita's gorgeous cat Mocha!

Poem of the Moment - Anita

In truth

 the yellow brick road is paved with stars

toothpaste tastes good after salsa

raincoats are not only for rainy days

purple clothes are not only for old people

daisies are not wild flowers

acceptance is the way to be

shoveling papers is a very hard job

sorting socks is another hard job

In the moment we can deal with everything

In the sea of remembrance I see your face

Noting down important occurrences is a good thing

Be kind and you will get what you deserve!

Softly - Anita Holzberg

softly the rain is falling

the lawn chairs are glistening

softly the day begins

with memory with affirmations

softly the cat under my feet

softly the stars fade and fog begins

softly the summer goes

It is
August already

so many stress free days

softly the day engages

and the night waits to begin again

softly my heart feels happy

softly your heart is in my heart

there, is nothing greater than that.

A joint poem by Anita and Ann

Summer comes but once a year
                                       once a year
   Cheer, Cheer, Cheer

Sun's out Sun's out
Oops a thunderstorm
Run and hide
Dogs take cover!

Mocha never leaves the house

No thunder storms in summer in

  Northern California

Mocha waits for the sun to stream in

6 AM she wakes and by 9, the house

  is sunny and beautiful for her body

        to lie in the sun's rays

Mona rolls on the grass
Something good and smelly she has found
Barney fights her for A dog chew
George looks on
King of the dogs

In this summer 

No picnics no swims

Cool evening breezes

The air conditioner hums

The trumpet vines pop

Picchu princess of the backyard

All black with white markings

Meets me at 6AM

Quick picnic in the rain
On the Westwood.
Torn bread, salami slices
And parmesan flakes
Very tasty
In sight of the racecourse
All the dogs bark at once 

BBQ's a happening

Mocha meets my neighbor 

Gets pets and cuddles basks in the attention

Moves quietly like the soulful older she is

Raining again.
Dogs sleeping after a busy day of barking
And running.
Going home soon.

No rain middle of draught

Lawns dying 

Trees still green

Holding on

Time was when

Winter rain came. Not this year. Mocha knows no difference. 
The house Frau is Mocha!


Sea noises

Blue grey water
A seagull hovers
On a current.

At the nail place
Leave. Mocha travel by car
Nice breeze today.  Getting a nice pink color
And fresh look
Far from the ocean.  Cool Saturday day out.   

Dogs asleep now. Tired out. Snoring. 

Dishwasher swooshing in the background. 
Time for sleep.

In - Anita Holzberg

In stanzas I sing

In my big chair I meditate

Everyone should have a chair like that

In tulips, I carry

In wind,, I fly

In heat, I perish

In cool, I am revived

In friendship, I am happy

In grand kids, I am ecstatic

In walking, I am tetoring

In thinking, I am sound

In all creatures big and small

I show love

In daylight I thrive

In night light, I rest

Life is about the small victories

Putting in a battery

Slicing some cheese

Eating an a oear

Rejoice in what you have!

Have a wonderful day.

Tomorrow- Anita Holzberg

Tomorrow

I will pass the torch to tomorrow

I will stand in the rain with an umbrella

I will follow what generations have told me

I will take what I have and run with it

My legacy is my poetry and my grand kids

Owen and Evie will become writers

I will have started that spark within their young minds

Tomorrow will be

A World unto itself

For today's goodness speaks

Like a singing bell on the face of dawn.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg 

What is God? - Anita

I was having my BLT Sandwich

  between the crunch

    my good friend Karen

described to me why Jesus died

and how he had the greatest gift of fore giveness

"God is love she said. It is everywhere,

mts., valley, streams, in the eyes of friends and family

we can see love and feel love.

We had been to this restaurant and had lunch so many times

It was our hang out

The intensity in how she spoke

Her whole face lit up like Christmas

Such a loving good person, my friend

She spoke totally from the heart.

When we left...I could not top this

No amount of shopping could ever compare

to that sense of spirituality and total faith!

I drove home slowly

It was 88 degrees

The summer heat on my back and shoulders

The gift of faith as sung by my friend

stayed with me....it will always will.