Author: maiamom

Each morning I ask Google whether

we’ll have a day of decent weather.

She’s friendly and she doesn’t complain.

She always says that it will rain.

There’s a Big Mess in shipping.

I’m telling you, Pal…

no traffic can make it

through the Suez Canal!

A big ship’s gone sidewise.

Nothing can pass.

Nothing can move it.

They’re at an impasse.

The big ship is longer

than the water is wide.

It can’t be maneuvered

by man or by tide.

They need some ideas…

both quick and inspired.

I think that the Captain

expects to be fired.

The truck that brings See’s Candy

keeps arriving at my door.

A few quick flicks on the Internet

and they’ll send out some more.

The candle is burning its steady light.

The fire burns clean and true.

The light is a beacon in the world.

It’s shining its light for you.

My heart could use a Rainbow

with its colors bright and gay.

My heart could use the promise

that there’ll be a better day.

There are daffodils and flowering plums.

Rhodies are opening.

There are hyacinths and hellebores…

all certain signs of Spring.