A Poem by Anita

In the comings and goings

I take my leave

To particularly feel the waves of the ocean

To climb the nearest tree

To open arms, palms up

To establish a peace with the universe

To stand in the opening of sky

To wander into the flame of a new day

I take these moments to understand

Silence speaks

God is around the corner

Listening 

always Listening.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

Softly - Anita Holzberg

I arise

 it is 6 AM

The cat is meowing for food

So is Picchu

I feed the cats

Yes, Debbie, I did it

The raging has stopped

The feet feel almost normal

I fold my laundry

Put it on the walker and 

Go to the computer

Write these lines

Flowing like silk

In a morning after a raging body

The sky is clear

Patches of light fold into my vision

How are you Today?

A poem by Anita

Quietly, I pack the house up

the Activia in the trash

 down the hatch

the lights all extinguished

the reading done

10:30 is when I turn out the lights

Little Mocha sleeping on a pillow beside me

Asleep for hours

Until Midnight when I get up

The cat wakens also

She is always by my side

In the middle of the night

My trusted companion

In the day not too far from reach

Quietly, I dim the lights

Its been a lovely day

My dear friend Aya for tea

My dear Dr. Chi and Julie hoovering over me

Like incredible watch dogs

I feel better now

I feel the strength returning to my life

I stand at attention to the rising of the sun

I wait for the house to quietly say goodnight

I am not afraid to be alone

The burning has almost stopped

a minor miracle I am witnessing

Just as the end of the day there is peace

love tranquility

trust of oneself

One more evening.

Quietly the house says "good night."

A Poem by Anita (and a photo by Ann)

In taking the oath of silence

I walk these floors

I do not complain

Life is bigger than pain

Life is bigger than sorrow

The inside spirit matters

Emily Dickinson wrote about her lovely

garden feeling pain every day

She was en-firmed

I sing to the trees

Open hearts

Open limbs

Carry me to another place

And the place is like a green meadow

No obstacles to walking

Just peace.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg 

Tomorrow - Anita Holzberg

Tomorrow

 the windows will be open

The tea on the glass table

The words will be moving swiftly

The company will be compassionate

I write these lines

Like unfathomable peace

A covenant I make with myself

As the day begins

The night of pain fades

I stand in the moment

sending messages to sky.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

In The Interim - Anita

The light filters through the trees

How many years typing my poems

My yard a big part of my existence

The trees have been my shelter

The deck my refuge

The roses blooming my jewels

How fortunate I am to have this yard

The days are beset with health challenges

Yet, I find the space to be grateful

I find the time to recognize what is good

I read now with 3.25 readers

The Ritual Bath and it is the first real book

I have read in 2 years

The story compelling

In finding solutions I find the strength

To walk, to go another mile

My world is good

How about yours?

Quiet Patterns across the Dawn - Anita Holzberg

In the waxing and waning

The sky is black

quiet patterns across the dawn

Only two cats eat and drink

It is my destiny, these cats

They sit on their haunches

Open to the daily routines

Eating and drinking

I drink my coffee too

Order some chocolate covered strawberries

for my daughter's new house

I sit here just thinking

It is the clarity of thought

That brings me back

To loving all that touch my life

Right now.

seated here - Anita Holzberg

Seated here

 the fridge talking

The heat running

The urban plan is to find

  why the inside life is better than the outside life?

Layers of clothing

I sit her in layers

It is almost mid April

My body has not readjusted to 70 degree or 80 degree weather

My mind believes in Winter

Always has.

thoughts in the early morning - Anita

Infinite wonder

 I have seen you in the face of rain

Infinite day

 I have brushed by the leaf of memory

Infinite tree

  I have seen you grow up in my garden

Infinite heart

  I have awakened you in the early morning before dawn

The mind is a beautiful thing

Reach the inner folds

Reach out to the kindness and goodness

Be!

In Rivers - Anita Holzberg

In rivers I will find you

 along the stream before white water

In desert I will hear you

 a chuckle in the dead of night

In forests I will see you rise before

  the tall trees

In mountains I will hear you along the trail

In all these miracles of nature

I will see you

on my doorstep

on the deck

in the den

outside the bedroom

remembrance can be sad

I only remember You

with happiness

Profound happiness

And the humor of understanding

You were my everything

You were my lips and eyes

eyes and eyebrows

ears

I listen for your step

In the silence that pervades my home

Still.

A poem from Anita

Light filters through

I wake late

Do my self massage

The fingers and toes feel better

My head is more relaxed

In the scheme of things

relaxation is the best medicine

I open this Spring day

With Happiness

With gratitude

The birds are chirping

I can hear their song!

How about you?

An Affirmation - ANita Holzberg

Beginning again

 the rondo of time is on my side

I take my walker

  stroll through the house

It moves easily

I wish I moved easily

I try every day to do what I can

In the doing remember that

 small steps can get me there

I eat less

Sleep less

Read more

The rainbow of the mind

Sparkles

It is a new day!

The first red rose blooms!

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

Affirming poetry - Anita

Morning comes

 I make an omelet of spinach,

  feta, and herbs

It becomes golden brown

   it is the first omelet of April

so delicate and delicious!

I call a friend and she reads me her poem

I read her two of mine

  Just talking my favorite

I tell her to write poems of the everyday

We talk about Jane Hirschfield's poem in

  the New Yorker which she reads to me

We will meet in a week and continue

   the conversation

Affirming poetry.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg