Olio

No. It's not really that hot here but almost. I just thought I would highlight the climate difference between here and Maine. Our little granddaughter arrived today at 1:30 P.M. She is beautiful. We will post some pictures as soon as we have them in hand. I thought I would give you an olio of poetry. I guess you noticed I changed the layout of my blog. I think I have ADD. They just called it misbehaving when I was in school.

Bright crystal ice hangs
Mountain stream gurgles downward
Through leafless sentries

Attention Please

This poem is short,
as you can see,
for those like me
with A. D. D.

Dragon Fly

A dragon fly
with bulging compound eyes
zigs, zags, and zips
across the sky
transparent wings a whir.
Landing lightly,
dainty,
sprightly,
on my shoulder now.
In kaleidoscope
it sees my face.