Another beautiful desert sunset . . .

Posted on August 14, 2012by apronheadlilly

. . . and I almost missed it.

Molten Monday

Posted on August 13, 2012by apronheadlilly

LAST NIGHT’S AWESOME SUNSET!

I had a poem running around in my migrained head,
it flitted in between jabs of pain in the wee hours.
Something about molten red and ribbons and burning a hole in my searing brain–no wait. That was the migraine.
But
I will write it later when Motrin and coffee have done their duty!

Meteor Sprinkle?

Posted on August 12, 2012by apronheadlilly

(The sunset before the momentous watch!)

Two,
only two gone-in-a-flash streaks.
Not exactly a shower,
not even really a sprinkle.
Standing hopeful in my yellow nightie,
in the dark,
in my yard—
that same yard where I envision invader robbers crouching in the shadows.
In the dark,
confusing my collie, who had followed me out to pee—him, not me.
Staring skyward, it’s so hard on the neck,
but I was determined,
4 a.m. to 5 a.m. determined.
Was it Pacific Standard Time? Or Central?
Where is the light show, the Pleiades’ panorama of shooting lights?
Two.
For all my whining and neck stretching,
I saw two.
But the slivered moon, Venus pulsating attention, and Orion’s belt
kept me company as I waited . . . and waited,
their crisp lights shining in my yard,
uncovering every hiding place a wild coyote or nocturnal snake could possibly hide,
streaming light, making sure all the neighbors with second-story windows could tell,
could tell I was on watch in the dark,
in my yard,
in my yellow nightie—
on the watch for two.

(The sunset before the momentous watch! Don’t confuse the birds for shooting stars.
Stars are brighter and faster . . . at least, I think so.)

The Simple Truth

Posted on August 11, 2012by apronheadlilly

Gossamer threads stretched—
Wait! What is gossamer anyway?
Overworked clichés,
worked and worked and worked till the play is gone.
Right up there with azure skies. What happened to just blue?
(And why, exactly, am I splitting up my lines like this? Hmm.)
Simplify,
not to be simple, but to be true—to be searing plain,
meaning not bound up in the frills of puffed ego and ethereal dress—oh, sorry.
I meant otherworldly, eerie, ghostly, or maybe . . . gossamer!
(I love the synonym function.)
Maybe I just meant meaning is lost in the trappings of too many words.
I’m sure my husband would agree.

I Love You, Baby!!!!!

Posted on August 10, 2012by apronheadlilly

Okay, y’all, give it all you’ve got!!!!

I love you, baby, and if it’s quite all right,
I love you, baby, to warm the lonely nights;
I need you, baby, trust in me when I say.
Take a big breath! (And close your eyes like me; that proves you have soul.)

Oh, pretty baby, don’t bring me down I pray;
oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay,
and let me love you, baby, let me love you!
You’re just too good to be true . . . ♪♪♫♫♪

Pardon the way that I stare . . .

Posted on August 9, 2012by apronheadlilly

. . . there’s nothing else to compare.
The sight of you leaves me weak;
there are no words left to speak.

So if you feel like I feel,
please let me know that it’s real;
you’re just too good to be true.
Can’t take my eyes off of you.

I’m feelin’ it. Are you feelin’ it? …….. OH, WAIT! I took my eyes off of you!!!!

At long last, love has arrived . . .

Posted on August 8, 2012by apronheadlilly

And I thank God I’m alive;
you’re just too good to be true;
can’t take my eyes off of you.

Are you singing yet?