Winter Sun - Anita Holzberg

The winter sun comes early
    7 AM
        riding the tide
I open the sliding glass door
         look at my garden
Ready for pruning and new flowers
          in 8 weeks it will be
       Spring
     and there is happiness in
          that thought
      there really is.

Later - Anita Holzberg

  Later the fates have it
Earlier my heart on a limb
My lover in a nursing home
My friend at the end of the phone line
Later I remember it all
Hugs into the night
Dinners and laughter
Now, I hold you in my memory
like silk.

Learning - Anita Holzberg

Learning is a curve
A step in the traffic of the mind
Little remarks in the face of doing
  something new
Focus and redoing
Until I begin to realize
how now
I am there!

Poem by Anita

Riding the tide
  the river does not impede my tracks
Another year begins
  walking better
promises begin to be met
the bloom is on the rose
we welcome the dawn of a new year
in the wings of yesteryear
all systems, "Go."

Dawn song on my Birthday - Anita Holzberg

In the cool black  I write my dawn song    it is my birthday        the day of my birth      I wait for the first light   like so many other days      I rise at 6 not 7  and greet my cat      who eats in the dark " there is always darkness before the dawn"      my Dad's saying   How I miss him this day       How the years go by    And we scarcely believe we are older             In that sliver of time         maybe less than a few minutes              I wait for dawn          with all her promise of             a new day, new year                 rebirth! Anita S. Holzberg

Sunday Begins - Anita

Cool mornings
  brilliant sun
Picchu comes in for her breakfast
  eggs crack
     toast pops
marmalade sweet
      A peaceful Sunday begins.

Our Father - A Poem by Anita Holzberg

Our Father who art in heaven
  grant Peace in this planet
      green rolling hills
         sunsets to remember
            brilliant sun

       topping the list
            good friends and good health

      May the word of G-d prevail
           bringing
                 Love and Happiness
                       
With Love, one is adored and adoring
    With happiness, the spirit lightens
             and takes off.

Anita S. Holzberg

Toasty shower poem - Anita Holzberg

In this cool February morning
  toasty shower 
    warms up my bones
my skin glistens like hot oatmeal
     in a warm rainstorm
Oh, how comforting is that
     lotion comes on next
as I wrap my towel around me
    so pleased
      water again is my savior
as it always is
        fresh and scented
I emerge, I glow at the start of
        my day.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg 

Acupuncture Adventure - Anita Holzberg

Listening to music
  the needles in arm and leg and head
hold me 
   as I float through time
I start my day there
   hoping to relieve the anxiety and pain
I do not even think
   I am in the zone
I get up
   refreshed like after a swim
       it lasts for a few days
            hours without speaking
I am OK, I am better
      The calmness does come
and the walking is better, too. 
Peace follows.