Its Spring here.
Its early before 6 AM.
The birds are here with me
and no rain. Every morning we have the Spring rains
, not today. I think
the world becomes fragrant in the spring.
My roses red, yellow, orange
grace my yard and now my table.
I hear the sounds of hope. My own
pain goes away.
I determine now how one has to be in this world.
Humor for sure and laughter lead the list.
So dear readers take stock
of the Spring and her gifts.
Write a comment or two about your life
in England, US, or wherever you may be.
Have a beautiful day.
Anita
Friday 30 April 2010
From Anita with love
Sounds - Anita Holzberg
Walking free
now
its dusk
a small chirping of birds
in my neighborhood
crumbs left
from this morning's
"feed the birds routine"
of little kids and their Moms
A trumpet of sounds
horns
garbage cans
dragged in
grass cutters and
blowers
still working
in an almost dark sky
Sleep comes quietly
over the houses
the hustle and bustle
its after 9 now
no news tonight
only sounds from a piano
sitting in a living room
sounds that raise the spirit
in their playing
Then quietude abounds
not a leaf
not a wing
stirring.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
April 29, '10
Thursday 29 April 2010
The Spring Moon - a poem (to welcome the rites of Spring) - Anita Holzberg
Slowly the Spring moon
touches my fingers
Skillfully she opens my patio door
Patiently she waits for new buds and rights
of passage
Gracefully she encourages butterflies and
dragonflies
I stand by
Anita Holzberg
April 2, '10
Wednesday 28 April 2010
Choices - Anita Holzberg
I will make a table for myself
ripe red raspberries
mixed with strawberries
They will dance on the oak table
before eaten
I will make a choice for eternity
cleaner water for a cleaner world
eye surgery for Tibetans with cataracts
splints for broken limbs and hearts in
Haiti
I will take the stance
that good nutrition can heal
that poetry once said
opens my world
and yours, too.
I will drink green tea
and think of a green world for
you and me.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Choices
April 28, '10
Monday 26 April 2010
Yellow bathrobes, image is everything - Anita Holzberg
Chickens flood a barnyard
daybreak ---black
the songs of my heart
play out
Picchu too, scurries
in and out my house
I look at the lines
on this computer
my fingers do the walking
Small talk
over a big sky
petunias velvet
purple
grow back
take over the window box
All we have
is what we see
in images
big yellow bathrobes
fluffy slippers caresses
my feet
I have not traveled much,
but I have.
Anita S. Holzberg
April 17, '10
Saturday 24 April 2010
Spring's words - Anita Holzberg
Spring's words
spoken by birds
chirping all around
my deck, my trees, my fountains
as I please
The birds have a way of raising my spirit
Now.
Anita S. Holzberg
April 5, '10
Friday 23 April 2010
Morning comes - Anita Holzberg
Morning comes
pain goes
feet normal
Morning comes and the Spring gets warmer
My roses begin to bloom
an orange rose tinged with ginger
Hope Aboard
the ships are a sailin'
despite worry and changed
the ships are a sailin'
they really are.
Anita S. Holzberg
April 23, '10
The coral raincoat - Anita Holzberg
A raincoat purchase
that reminds me of my red brick coat
I wore at Ohio State in the 60's
red for the red and gray color scheme
I went with this coat
my mother wanted me to have it
Saks Fifth Avenue
I had the coat til I was 30 at least
a woman with Rachel under tow
Now, a coral raincoat arrives , a large size
I reject it
it looks like the red coat only choral
the same design
Until I try it on again
and remember my friend Marty
sitting there and liking it
"Its a keeper," I say
for the right reasons
it's a keeper."
Anita S. Holzberg
April 20, '10
that reminds me of my red brick coat
I wore at Ohio State in the 60's
red for the red and gray color scheme
I went with this coat
my mother wanted me to have it
Saks Fifth Avenue
I had the coat til I was 30 at least
a woman with Rachel under tow
Now, a coral raincoat arrives , a large size
I reject it
it looks like the red coat only choral
the same design
Until I try it on again
and remember my friend Marty
sitting there and liking it
"Its a keeper," I say
for the right reasons
it's a keeper."
Anita S. Holzberg
April 20, '10
Saturday 17 April 2010
Looking at Lettuce - Anita Holzberg
Looking at lettuce
closely
scrubbing radishes
encountering dreams on a counter top
from the 60's
a working kitchen
that's all I ask
celery waiting to be chopped
onion too, a thin paper skin
I cut the red pepper
saute the veal
mash the garlic
throw in shallots
fresh lemon
olive oil at the base
"Not bad for an amateur
cook--
Acutally, I am a writer."
I imbide food now
the vegetable parade
mushrooms roll down the 60's counter
" What an encounter!"
the kitchen flloor stares
at me
I answer her,
"Yes I am there,
really there."
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
April 17, '10
Anita Holzberg
Life is unpredictable.
Nothing really is what we expect it to be. I cook a cabbage soup, each time
different. My hairdresser
is different too. Never the same hair cut twice. In order to have consistency,
crave consistency, you
must play chess or stand in line for long periods of time and Hoot and Holler.
Seriously, life is about
kitchen wonderness, I coined this word, connectiveness, and ocassional bouts of
greatness, like
fixing your diswasher or hanging that photo of Uncle John after so many years.
If I could give advice, dear readers, I ask you to comment from your own lives.
Thursday 15 April 2010
Spring is Here - Anita Holzberg
Soft shades of morning
sneakers too
a yard waiting for a visitor
a bird, a bee, a familiar face
the fountain dormant from spring's rain
needs to be plugged in
like the zillion's of birds
that hover over
Spring comes
the heart leaps up
I wash my hose off
dirt oozes
the flower beds are singing
petunias blooming
their purple heads
thoughtfully open
for the noon-day sun
the wildflowers have
just begun.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
April 7, '10
I Came From Nature - Anita Holzberg
I came from Na ture
my shoes wet
my heart out there on the horizon
my face with droplets
of rain glowing
I came in from rainy Nature
my lips parched
my teeth yellow
my arms sagging
with the age
I came in
the blankets cover my toes now
the cup of passion tea in my hand
the bath flooding the room
I came in
quietly
without a sound
my Picchu was inside too
watching the rain come down
the drops pervade my garden's face
I came in
the quiet s o u n d
Nature abounds.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
April 12, '10
Sunday 4 April 2010
Fresh Strawberries - ANITA HOLZBERG
Morning becomes Electra
the trees solid
the green leaves not quite bright
with sun
I sing a song of gratitude
the list is long
the fresh strawberries
become my breakfast
with a little plain yogurt
my white mug filled with
the gold raw coffee
'specially picked for today
and brewed to perfection
In the cooking and preparing
In the shopping and cleaning
In the visualizing and dreaming
I start this Spring day
with a friend who calls
back
dancing at my table.
Anita S. Holzberg
April 3, '10
the trees solid
the green leaves not quite bright
with sun
I sing a song of gratitude
the list is long
the fresh strawberries
become my breakfast
with a little plain yogurt
my white mug filled with
the gold raw coffee
'specially picked for today
and brewed to perfection
In the cooking and preparing
In the shopping and cleaning
In the visualizing and dreaming
I start this Spring day
with a friend who calls
back
dancing at my table.
Anita S. Holzberg
April 3, '10
Friday 2 April 2010
Small Talk, Big Ideas - ANITA HOLZBERG
In these cities I came
Rutherford
Spring Valley
Bridgewater
I became a poet
a writer of history
a writer of my own history
In these small towns I came to be.
I worked cash and compassion
in my father's drugstore
Christmas time was our time to shine.
On these tree-lined streets
At the Station Square market
On benches
At the library
I listened to small talk.
I recall these stories
a kaleidoscope
that shaped my vision.
Anita S. Holzberg
Sunnyvale, CA 94087
April 1, '10
.
Rutherford
Spring Valley
Bridgewater
I became a poet
a writer of history
a writer of my own history
In these small towns I came to be.
I worked cash and compassion
in my father's drugstore
Christmas time was our time to shine.
On these tree-lined streets
At the Station Square market
On benches
At the library
I listened to small talk.
I recall these stories
a kaleidoscope
that shaped my vision.
Anita S. Holzberg
Sunnyvale, CA 94087
April 1, '10
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