A Room of My Own

There are these:
A long table
Pads of paper
Pencils
Pens
A desk
Rubber bands
Rulers
Sticky notes
A calendar filled with "to do's"
Computer blinking
Books, lots of books
Book markers
Thumb tacks
Tape
Glue
An American flag

The way it is
Sacred space
Everything magic
A catalyst for dreams
Dwelling familiarly
In a room of my own.

ekphrastic: National Poetry Month poem # 2/ Spring Day on a Scroll

The river is a constant,
its bank awash in a profusion of flowers.
Touched by the remains of winter's wrath,
the gnarly trees bend toward the ground.
Fog drifts above,
Grabbing at branches and the people beneath.
Mounds of grass make us forget
The mounds of snow that were there in a winter scene.
To walk in a place such as this in springtime,
Full of light and green
Is worth everything.
Hope is in the trembling flowers,
The floating clouds.
Would I ever go back home should I
Find this place of dreams?
Where I imagine the gentle winds
Reach over the velvet hills to touch those passing by.
I am watchful
For signs of spring in my garden at home.
Today I found a few crocuses and daffodils poking out of the mud.
The lean and haggard leaves of last year
the only profusion in sight.
A picture of spring fills me with warmth.
Spring  in my garden leaves me silent and cold.

Celebration of National Poetry Month Poem #1

Allow me to be
Beautiful in my own way
Carefree in
Dress
"Each to her own," is my motto
Fetching in sweatpants
Glad for sensible shoes
Happy for baggy shirts
I'm silver haired
Just myself
Kind to my skin
Lovely in big brimmed hats
My goal is comfort in clothes and life
No one to tell me what to wear or do
On endless days of my own creation
Powering through each hour
Quick to find a new "something" to do
Running  through each day
"Stop running," says my good spouse
"Take it easy."
"Unwind!"
"Value the quiet times."
"When will you stop always have to do 'something?''
"X-ray my brain," I say
"You will see."
"Zipping through life is my m.o."