part of my garden today

Love Letter to the Earth - ANITA HOLZBERG

There is no beginning and no end to tell you how
much beauty you share, dear Earth

Raw beauty
Such as the rough terrain of the rain forest,
the stark desert of New Mexico, and the snowy peaks
of Mt. Washington.

I have been there every morning rehearing your song
as the sun rises
and the flowers are open-mouthed

We need to revere you, dear Earth
beyond "the Global Warming hullabaloo
paper and trash interfere
with your beautiful face

Still your changing seasons continue
a leaf falls
so gently

"Did anyone take notice?"

We must love you and revere you
and let it be this Love Letter
written for all time by us---
all of us.

Anita Holzberg
San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly
Summer '09
Sunnyvale, CA USA

Today's walk with Buttons

A Walk With Cocoa - ANITA HOLZBERG

Cocoa walked,
  she did not run
    stayed with us..

Cocoa,
 a Brittany Spaniel
      with floppy ears
          skinny legs
A coat of soft brown fur
   with some spots

It was a glorious Spring day!

We stopped to pick a few lemons,
   to admire the crocus and geranium

Cocoa waited
   a sweet dog
     who brought her own ray
   of sunshine.

Anita Holzberg
Sunnyvale, CA USA
(March 29, '10)
(Spring comes early in California)

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Enter In - ANITA HOLZBERG

Enter in
  Begin
    Entertain
      No rain.

Enter in
   Fit in
Enter in the door wide
Enter in
   No slim pickings
Enter in
   Skim mind memories
Enter in+++++
    Begin!

Anita Holzberg
Sunnyvale, CA USA
Copyrighted 3/10 

Croci at Wisley Garden - ANN

WISLEY GARDEN

In Truth - ANITA HOLZBERG

In truth
we can not foresee the future
we can not squander our time
fine tuning
we can not forget our gardens
they are the life force
they are the beginnings
of things of the earth

I protected my roses today
as they stood solemnly near the fence
I fertilized
I dug deep into the soil
I brought fresh soil in
I said a prayer that they would
bear more than 1 rose

Last summer's one orange rose was the queen among
the unsung dormant rose bushes

the orange rose was a poem
in my garden of peace
with the fountain bubbling near by

Take time to rejuvenate
Commune with the flowers, bees, and trees
Be.