Fortunate Incantation

Two dogs, a plenty,
Books in shelves, also in stacks,
A bed with three quilts
A refrigerator works
Windows filled with ample woods
A voice for singing
Don’t Stop; Don’t Look Back; He Reigns;
Imagination
Seeing, hearing, being all
Extraordinary yet let
Visit worlds beyond
Coming home to those stories
Rooted in loving
Sharing, caring, family
Friends on whom one can depend.
A home to cherish
With space enough for freedom
Where work can be done
Everything all together
An answer to much prayer.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I swept the leaf fall and sticks off the trampoline today. I found algae growing in the seams at the edges. I tested those places; they seemed alright. The springs have rust, but that usually means little.

I took a tether hook and twisted it into the ground to hold Wookie. I arranged music and settled my other stuff. Wookie liked being out.

I was tentative about jumping, mostly walked around that air walk way one does on trampolines when not using one in ages.

After only three or four songs, I was done. My knees did not appreciate ny choice of any.

I cannot rock it like I once did. Being out was different. I will have to adjust.

The Spring is a languorous dream stretching from Winter to Summer. It will have one believe it is destined to stay, but one learns seasons are fickle. A sweatshirt for morning, a tank top for afternoon. Relief tied to the phases of the moon. Long walks in.dusky dark holding hands with someone who cares. Dreams made real if not come true.

I wish the best of all things for you.

I am making this short, I had to take out my contacts and my glasses are a bit outdated.

I hope you have a wonderful Wednesday.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

New Beginning

March takes her final bow
And breathless all await April
Where Easter will grace us
With the promise of resurrection;
May we each find what is best
To give our souls rest and turn
Our hearts to new spings of love.

Listen to the breeze carrying
The birds’ songs of joy
Breathe in the sweet scent
Of flowers newly bloomed
Let prayers for peace, healing,
And better days reach Heaven,
Find God’s benevolent grace.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

TANKA

1
Listening to songs
My mind wound its way to you,
I wondered if you
Were nearby or far away;
Let it be, for peace, I say.

2
I heard it said once
You can be a gift so stay,
Take your pain away,
Speak love and be most welcome,
If hurting, friends, leave lonely.

3
I collect as can
Whatever things I may find,
But more I desire
A love that will warm like fire,
And set every heart to sing.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan