Mother’s Day

Flowers from my daughter and son-in-law
To Mothers,
From far and wide.
Here on earth,
And in the sky.
Beautiful little goslings
To those who mother
Other people's children.
To those who benefit
From other people's mothers.
A magnificent osprey.
From the goose 
With her gander.
To the Mother osprey
Who yelled at me.
Breakfast close to home.
Happy Mother's Day 
To all of the women
In this world!

Stumped

A pretty cool stump
Stumped
I am stumped
Totally stumped
So stumped.
An old old stump
Stumped 
By all the things that I have heard
When people say
Not a single word

A flower stump
Like flower petals 
They grow on dead wood.
They love me
They love me not

A swimming stump
And the waters swirl
As the world turns
And
Everything stands
Still.

A Silly Spring Poem

I love this rock,

With it's wood and rock.

The ice that clings

Like a woolen sock.

It'll stay there

Til the weather is fair,

When it will melt away

Like a frilly frock.

It is so much fun

To see the slush

Form

Beneath your shoe.

It will make you wet,

But what they heck.
A tasty treat, 

For those fast red feet.

Of the elusive red squirrel

If it comes near the house,

It will be treated like a mouse

AND!!!!!

Happy Spring Everyone !!!!!

February

Our ancient tree
This old tree.
The forest.
And me.
Triangle in nature
Following footsteps. 
Of those who walked.
These trails.
Before us.
Images
Let your imagination. 
Go wild.
And you will see.
Dragon wings.
And other things.
Looking up.
Listen to the wind.
Listen to the trees.
Listen to the sounds.
Floating on the breeze!

Clouds move us from 2021, into 2022

I Know Not Why
by Morris Rosenfeld
I lift my eyes against the sky,
The clouds are weeping, so am I;
I left mine eyes again on high,
The sun is smiling, so am I.
Why do I smile? Why do I weep?
I do not know; it lies too deep.
I hear the winds of autumn sigh,
They break my heart,
they make me cry;
I hear the birds of lovely spring,
My hopes revive, I help them sing.

Why do I sing? Why do I cry?

Looking at the World

A cool pair of glasses…
Looking at the World

Looking at the world,
through rose coloured glasses.
As the winds, and the clouds,
roll by.
Like thoughts, and ideas,
they make smooth passes
My feelings;
like dots in the sky.
Surrounding yourself pleasantly,
is difficult sometimes.
The flowers, and the trees,
aren't always in rhyme.
My expectations are like chimes,
in what the world finds fair.
So different is the light,
that my daydreams share.

Maria Tuttle, September 2021.

The Beautiful Daffodil





Where woods and the daffodil meet
Daffodils, by William Wordsworth, from the album Favourite Poetry.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Mellow Yellow
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Wild and Free
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves of glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
Woodlands
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Beauty in Beauty
Pussy willows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses
Rainbow in the woodlands, water to my knees
Shivering, quivering, the warm breath of spring
Pussy willows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses.
by Gordon Lightfoot
Forest Flowers
All around the daffodils
One, Two, Three.
If you want to find a friend,
Just choose me!
by Sara Mullett