Poem: Ode to the Sun

A season when nature is rearranging itself
The sun rises, rays crisscrossing my breakfast table
The hum of the kettle sets the rhythm of the day

Across the street
A small dog strains on its rope
Encouraging his arthritic master
To keep following while it sniffs
The familiar boulevard trees with the
Same enthusiasm each day

Sun- dappled fences seem to grow
out of fresh green grass
Where flowers emerge haphazardly
Creating a Van Gogh painting

There is pleasure in observing
the bees busy on the red blossoms
Jumping from flower to flower
Loading their legs with pollen

Perhaps you too will enjoy this scene
I did want to celebrate the sun’s return
After a winter of grey skies.

Hazel Ross

Then and Now: South Park School Part I

Then and Now: South Park School Part I

Poem: Herons Quietly Fishing