Twining

These delicate stalks spent their summer climbing 

toward the sun, bending to Nature's whim,

their stems forging delicate descriptions of their twining,

showing the record of their journey in the winter light.

Delicate. Slender. Strong.

I suppose this may be the diary of the Coke Field's plants,

the barren stems, stalks and trees the sepia-toned

record of  the now-dormant field, waiting for a new chapter

to be written in the coming spring.

The cold air had me heading down to my corner

Starbucks for an eggnog latte, a treat in this

Christmas season. Ummm, happiness.

Textured Tuesday: A-Tisket A-Tasket

When I was little, I'd watch the "Ed Sullivan Show" on Sunday nights. 

I'm not sure that's where I first heard Ella Fitzgerald, but I loved 

"A-Tisket A-Tasket" from the start. Even today, 

I can't look at a basket, big or small, or pink, blue or yellow, 

without the song running through my head.  

In a world where people run through their daily routines with iPods 

playing all sorts of rap, I walk around with my own music inside. 

 Sometimes I just want to dance along the street, 

"scatting" for the traders and winos as I go.

But I'll leave that to Ella, because she could SING!

Me? I'm just good in my mind.