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ANNA

An American Irish Rose

 



NEW - 07.14.08

Poem:
Flowers

NEW - 06.28.08

Poem:
Breezing Up by Winslow Homer

NEW - 06.20.08

Poem:
Musings about pets

 NEW - 06.15.08

Poem:
Father's Day
Morning Ablution

NEW - 06.07.08

Essay:
Why I wrote Do Not Bring Me Pearls

Poem:
Do not bring me pearls

Anna's

Thoughts on a summer morning ...for everyone I know I miss conversation but my hearing limits me so I use words in different ways and here are my words for today

It is summer , hot and humid and rather horrid.  Here early morning is the best , the air still cool , the sun seeping through my canopy of leaves, the birds seeking breakfast and some cool water to drink  and I still in my nightgown let Skipper out to sniff the ground , try to see what he can find, while I gently move in my covered swing ..and thinking what a great world it is.

You must be like me . outside when you can ..allowing summer to bring its gifts .. memories to store for winters dark days and frigid air.

I mss our talks but know you are somewhere and so I send you poems to read and hopefully enjoy , take care.

I  know your family and the people there are glad to have you near ..so be good to them , savor their nearness , hug them , let them enjoy being with you because it doesn’t matter how many years we have , there will always be less than we think.

Like one of Dali's watches time just slides away, and all we have is now... your friend ... anna

Flowers

The fragrance arrives before you

Tantalizing it enters

Through my breath

Stored in the labyrinths

Of my mind from times past

From warm gardens

Sunning themselves

From soft grass

From moist earth

The perfume of rain

Emanating

From streets

Sizzling on heated pavement

Wafting miniature drops

Microcosms of scents left there

Of oil and gas and things unknown

How strange all these

Come to me

Because behind me

You hold a rose

rose

anna alexander 8/7/96

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Anna's yellow rose

 anna  

Anna and her peeps



Anna and her peeps relax while they  reconnoiter what comes next...

 

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