French Frys…..

There he sits
With his frys
As I 
Contently, stare
Into his eyes.

I swipe a fry.
He does not know
Where I sit
Or where 
I go.

We all have our niche.
Maybe, we have discovered a ditch!
Or maybe, on a broom, we have seen 
A WITCH!

Or prehaps 
Those are my thoughts 
Are my thoughts 
My thoughts
I think.

I am putting to bed,
The thoughts in my head.
As they will keep 
As I slumber
To sleep. 

As I walk through this forest
All alone.



Maria Tuttle

Summer Time

Just a little bit of sunshine 
Just a little bit of rain 
Lots and lots of love 
And our garden
Is happy again.

Their faces are blooming 
Their stems tall and straight 
Swaying with the breeze
In our little piece of Eden
Doing as they please.

If people could be flowers
Instead of ivory towers
What a peaceful place
Our world would be.

June Flowers

Who is the poet of the flower?
The answer changes by the hour.

Petals of
     blue,
          and of white,
              and of pink.

The scent of  the flower,
Cause the poet to think.

The stem,
The stalk,
Where in
The flower's beauty 
Locks.

Grown
In sand, and soil,
And rock.

God's paint brush 
Moves,
With grace and ease.

Beauty, found and sought.

Mother’s Day

To Mothers,
From far and wide.
Here on earth, 
And in the sky.

To those who mother
Other people's children. 
To those who benefit 
From other people's mothers.

From the goose 
With her gander.
To the Mother osprey 
Who yelled at me.

Happy Mother's Day 
To all of the women 
In this world!

Stumped

Stumped
I am stumped
Totally stumped 
So stumped.

Stumped 
By all the things that I have heard 
When people say
Not a single word

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

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 !!!!!

Winter Blues

Shadows in the snow,
how sullenly they flow.

In the depth,
of winter blues.
The colours,
varying in hues.

One war
is almost over.
Another one
may soon begin.

The clouds open,
and shadows form.

The forecast, 
as unsure.
As the winter
is long.

February

This old tree.
The forest. 
And me.

Following footsteps. 
Of those who walked.
These trails.
Before us.

Let your imagination. 
Go wild.
And you will see.
Dragon wings.
And other things.

Listen to the wind.
Listen to the trees.
Listen to the sounds.
Floating on the breeze!

Pink

Pink

Some people think
That I am a dink,
on a rink, wearing pink, 
with dirty dishes in the sink.

But in a blink
I could make a stink
and call them a fink
because that's what I think. 

As I wear my mink
Down on the rink,
neither of them 
the colour pink.

Maria Tuttle