Tarja's Poetry Patch

My Winter Swing
Going to the moon.
Brother thinks I'm NOT!
I pull on clumsy winter boots.
Zip my spacesuit up.
Blasting to the moon.
Like an astronaut.
My roaring rocket boosters fire. Launching up and UP!
Flying to the moon.
Zooming! Cold and hot!
Brother climbs onboard with me.
Laughing! Liftoff! UP!  

What Time is It?
I hear time tick by
slower that before — it seems
an hour past my prime

you sit by my side 
we talk of the good old days
"Is it Sunday yet?"


Pergola of Gold
golden pergola
leafy filter of sunshine
bare in frosty winds




My Sis and I
My Sis and I, we fly up high,
To reach the changing azure sky.
Like sandhill cranes — dry riverbed,
Wide prairie wings together spread.
We soar! We dip! We glide along.
And sing a fading autumn song.
As shadows grow and cold winds blow,
My Sis and I, have hearts aglow.

Snowberries
snowberries — autumn candy
scotch mints for the birds
toxic to humans

Pumpkin Latte
A pumpkin named Lyle had a smile
As he sat on his step for a while.
He heard someone say,
They drink squash latte.
He gasped at the thought — "That is vile!"

Hollyhock
humble hollyhocks
bloomed at ancient cottage walls
worthy of a Saint

October
parade of breezes
waving yellow spectators
aspen leaves in fall

Cowbird 
A boot was the perfect birdhouse,
For Wren and his tiny bird spouse.
They had babies midsummer,
And one odd newcomer.
A cowbird chick. "Oh what a louse!"

Sunset Magic
A grandma from Washington State
Chased sunrays 'til quarter past eight.
She screeched to a STOP, 
And caught a sundrop,
But lost her new gem. It was fate!

Fragile bloomer
forest grows three leaves
three petals white — she blushes
fades in summer sun

Mother Knows
lonely roads retell —
earth claims what belongs to her
conquers, crowding weeds

Calm Harbor
This is my calm-harbor —
A place for words.
Here, I am happy,
Where my heart can sing,
As my keys "tap tappy",
Every thought,
Every sound,
From within!

Signs of Spring
clouds hang in grey tones
swans fly north with changing winds
they dream in color

A Wintery Favorite
The old queen of hearts loves to drink.
She gulps with a loud laugh and wink.
It burns going down,
as she straightens her crown.
Her choice may no be what you think.

Declaring Spring
fragile gold bloomer
bowed in ancient trumpet tunes
she broke through the ice

Winter Solstice
winter shadows fade —
as light returns each day
light the ice lanterns

Our Journey
take life's slow lane
see nature and her moods 
 seasons pass quickly

Queen of the Cascades
She rules knowing her
molten heart will break some day —
her head in the clouds

The Mountain is Calling
Calm forest waking
migration to higher ground
elk on the move 

Running  From Winter
There was and old lady from East,
who did not like snow in the least.
She drove her truck west,
and thought it the best,
but the snow there was worse and increased.

Move on Jack!
Jack Frost is afraid of warm breezes.
He loves it when everything freezes.
So where does he go,
When there is no snow?
I think he can go where he pleases.!