At the End of a Rainbow

A rainbow appears over Fort Collins in late summer. Photo by Ray Gumerman

Sometimes I’m too entranced by a scene to leave it even briefly for my camera. That was the case the afternoon a poem came to me as I watched nature performing its art. Thanks go to my husband for the image of a rainbow taken a few weeks earlier.

I looked up from my book just in time
to see three raindrops glide down the window,
slightly sideways, one after the other, in perfect time,
as if their arrival had been choreographed.

Glancing skyward, I saw only gray
and wondered at their subtle sparkle as they slid.

Beyond them, the wind was directing
an odd sort of dance among the trees –
the blue spruce waved its branches up and down gracefully,
like a ballerina in slow motion,
while the young ash nearby flung its branches wildly
in every direction, sending its leaves into a frenzy.

Meanwhile, on the pond a short distance from the two trees,
six geese faced into the wind, as geese often do,
motionless, floating in a straight line,
equally spaced one behind the other.

They set me to musing whether they, too, were dancing 
and making hard work look effortless.

Around them, water shimmered like green silk crepe,
reflecting tall trees in full summer regalia
in spite of the gray sky overhead,
thanks to light I couldn’t see.

I watched transfixed, pondering whether
the scene lay at the end of a rainbow,
for if the rare lighting wasn’t evidence enough,
I surely had found treasure.

Like the Sunrise

Sunrise in spring over Fort Collins, Colorado

Although enchanted by the scene above through my window, I was totally surprised two weeks later when its image stirred something inside me and a poem started to form spontaneously.

If only I could be like the sunrise,
taking a high view of the world and all the people across it,

lifting the hearts of those who greet me and
accepting without opinion those who yawn and turn away;

transforming clouds into something glorious and
not regretting that the glory soon fades,

letting go of what I was yesterday
and embracing what I am today.

If I contemplated the sunrise each morning,
would I become more like one as days go by?

Perhaps I shall try it and see . . .

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On Earth

Capitol Reef National Park in April 2023

Last month was not the first time my husband and I had visited national parks and monuments in southern Utah. I was so enraptured by the experience, however, that it seemed as if I had never been there before. Encouraged by the response to my last post, which combined photos and poetry, I’m sharing my view of earth from Utah in that form. All pictures were taken in April 2023.

I’ll not speak of eons gone by
nor millennia to come,

I’ll not credit rain and erosion

nor cold, heat and chemistry.

Instead, I’ll give myself to this moment

as I feel the earth beneath me
and all around me too.

I’ll revel in the differences
that give the earth glory —

the towering and steep,

the round and low,

the striped, the checked, the layered,

the jagged and the flat,
in endless shades of tan, gray, and terracotta.

I’ll not recall names of those who came here before me,
nor names they bestowed on what they found.

Instead, I’ll fling my arms wide, tilt my head back,
and thank heaven for this moment on earth.

Trees: Poetry in Pictures

Trees flourish on the golden coastal hills of Northern California.

This is my first “photo poetry”: something I never heard of until it occurred to me that it was the only way to share how I feel as I study my images of trees. Most of these photos were taken last year near the California coast, a few hours’ drive north of San Francisco, and are best viewed on desktop or tablet.

What poem could I write about trees
that hasn’t been written before,

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Remembering Janet’s

Browsing through old cookbooks stirs up memories of past meals, including some I didn’t prepare.

Time certainly can change how we think about a situation – even a minor one. The phenomenon struck me recently when I remembered Janet’s.

In the small Ohio city where I used to live, Janet’s was the place to go for classy, fine dining. Janet had converted a small house on North Main Street into a restaurant that bore her name. Inside were several softly lit tables covered with white linen where customers could order from a menu equally elegant.

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Charlie and the Beach Glass

From the safe vantage point of his mother’s shoulders, a little boy watches waves break at the edge of the Pacific Ocean in Northern California.

“One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach — waiting for a gift from the sea.” I’ve always loved this quote of Anne Morrow Lindbergh, but while on vacation in Northern California last month, it became more than a metaphor to me.

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Turkey AGAIN

A turkey roasted in foil browns after the foil is finally pulled back.

Roasting turkey may seem an odd topic for February if you’re someone like me who normally limits that activity to November. But a lot of things in life aren’t normal these days, and my adventure with turkey is one of them.

Thanksgiving, Turkey, Tradition. Every November I’ve crossed these Ts conscientiously with few exceptions. For decades I’ve prepared turkey the way my mother did: stuffed with homemade dressing, roasted at 325° and basted hourly, then covered with foil to prevent overbrowning. Finished when the leg gave a friendly shake.

Out of 50 Thanksgivings I’ve celebrated since I married, I’ve cooked about 45 of the dinners. The menu and my dressing recipe have changed somewhat during that time, but not how I roast turkey. Ah, tradition. Until 2020, that is.

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The Journey

An Ohio trail, courtesy of Leslie Hancock, friend and dedicated horsewoman

Libraries are full of books about how to make the most of life. I’ve read the ideas in this month’s poem in several of them. But it took a lot of living and longing for me to grasp those ideas and still more longing to write them down.

Life and I are like a horse and its rider
journeying across all types of terrain
through every kind of weather,

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