Beltane                                   Waxing Planting Moon

My poem The World Still Smells of Lilacs will be printed in the upcoming Muse, the newsletter for MIA docents.  They (Bill and Grace) wanted an image to go with it, but one from the MIA collection.  It took a while to find one that worked well with it, at least for me.  This Study in Shadows is the one I chose.

I”m honored they asked me.  Grace wanted to know how many poems I’ve written, “Oh, I don’t know.  Hundreds, I imagine.”  I’ve written poetry since high school, but lost all of my work through my senior year of college when my 1950 Chevy panel truck got stolen.  My poetry became an unwilling hostage, unceremoniously dumped I suppose.

Since then, I’ve written poetry off and on, in this journal or that and I’ve never bothered to collect them.  I have one small booklet I printed on the computer as a holiday gift several years ago, but that’s it.  Pretty uneven work I’d say.  A few good ones here and there, a lot of therapeutic pieces, some just plain rambling.

Another bee and garden weekend, plus chapter 16 of Wheelock, then, later on in the week, another 5 or so verses of Ovid.