Spring in my garden

Broken Calendar

Through the window unclean,
rays so bright fall on my page,
fingers prints uncouth. Lines, 
spatters of rain or from sponged
down effort of last Spring.

Broken calendar, swept away.
Discard the storms and keep
the sun. Old records pile up
the music cannot be thrown out.

Memories and happy years
constructing my being, brick
by brick.

©susanbauryrouchard

Computer Glinch

Computer glinch,
I lose my grip
on reality.
Connexion snapped
in the egg of sharing.

To fool fatality
I seize my fountain
pen and holler
to the wind and drizzle
outside my window,

For an opening
in the dark clouds, monuments
whose continents sail past
so fast on the edge
of the atmosphere.

Velocity closer
to an aeroplane's;
from my desk, they hardly
seem to budge. Taunting
my own immobility
as I grapple for words.

©susanbauryrouchard

Winter

The sun is out 

and even baby hedgehog

 is sniffing around

the compost heap.

in full light

in cosy coat

of Christmas

wishes and lore.

May souls soar

above the tree tops,

fan out and settle

once more.

Beside the fire

of inspiration, the twinkle

of the stars.

wishing you a Merry Christmas for you and your loved ones.

©susanbauryrouchard

Dear friends,

a quote from Dr Seuss :

 Be who you are and say how you feel, because those who

 matter won’t mind and those who mind don’t matter.

Thank you Yvette.

talking about the weather

Warm here in Toulouse today, the cloud cover is fairly high and the leaves are starting to take on beautiful colours: crisp yellow and ripe green.

http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/oct/10/alice-munro-nobel-literature-prize-margaret-atwood


Congratulations to Alice Munro.
Hoping that Margaret Atwood will get it some day.