mary beth frezon

We’ve reached the end! May your words continue to flow! Now get out there and get ready for May Day! The Eve of May amid all the ripples of news the ever presence of it all all day every day all night the world stands on a knife the flats along the river’s edge this green yellow burstin out past the dark winter river gray elbowing past April to May Shake your bells! Leap up! Beat your sticks on the still drowsy earth waking turning point of the year we sing! calling forth the spring and our lives So unlikely, […]

Wednesday, always a bit weepy ever since we had to stay home …

…learn lessons of brief white petals see today’s hills flipping ahead.

…Petrarch hadn’t heard of anything like haiku…

You want an ars poetica? I’ll give you ars poetic! And your little dog too and a host of golden daffodils!

Sometimes you need to pour the coffee and close the door. I already hear the distractions calling: you need birdseed! you bought soup makings! you said you were going to make and freeze lasagna! The end of april drawing near Christmas a mere eight months away I wanted to stay in bed but there’s so much to do so much feed the cats, of course, that’s first then clean up and breakfast for me the first of the last daily poems just best not to overthink it get it done before the news starts racing in from all directions and […]

…are you waiting to get in, now? I lifted the quilt and under she went curling round until her nose pointed out…

…I remember you are gone and good so my bowl and mug, so starts my day…

…afraid to lose myself in this my work which only wants all of me or nothing…

Shall I write about trees again? Another round of people loved and lost? Should there be a line about that time we loved and wept and hated and wept…

In the quiet yard a pile of feathers, yellow, black…

today the slushing rain has filled the yard with thirty-ish finches all arguing for seed and perch…

…all week i have waited for this a taste of normal worth the fight.

These days some days to get through it you have to turn it all off and let something else grab your attention just for some hours, an afternoon…

along the driveway, in the woods yellow daffodils here and there a few are gifts left by the folks who lived here before, and who died

wrinkled with sleep I am waiting, listening to the crescendo — water coming to a quick boil…

Today i set up a text replacement shortcut that replaces the letters “h a ha h a” (no spaces, just three ha’s strung together – couldn’t type them without spaces or it would trigger the shortcut ha ha ha) with a long string of ha ha ha’s.