Poetry is my life - Anita Holzberg

Poetry is my life


   fragrant rose at dawn


     I am not forlorn


  When I am writing 


     the words
         
          drop

     as petals
     
     on firm ground.

Thanksgiving 2011 - Anita holzberg

It is Thanksgiving.  A wonderful holiday In America.
We gather our families together and eat roasted turkey, stuffing made with 
mushrooms, wild rice, and
bread chunks, green beans, a salad, sweet potatoes and marshmallows, and of 
course pumpkin pie.
We each say what we are thankful for.  This year dear readers, I am thankful for 


my new knee that is
allowing me to stand tall again and walk better. I am thankful for all my 
friends and family that have
rallied around me before and after my surgery.  I am thankful for Ann Wainwright 


from England and
all the fun things we share!!!

Buttons yesterday x

I Am Home - Anita Holzberg

  I am home
   Hazel nut coffee brewing
       geraniums blooming
             I walked through my front door
                   wonders never cease!

In This Morning - Anita Holzberg

In this morning
 Picchu running around the house
     silence at every door step
        random thoughts about living and dying
               come across
          adrenalin flowing through my veins
sometimes I can not contain myself
   sometimes solid as a rock
        need to get clothes together
             pack for two weeks
                 if go to a Care facility
            random thoughts about
                who I really care for


     In this early morning frenzy
             life will be different
                 new knee
                     new lease on life
                        starting tomorrow.
              G-d speed!