©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

Image: Resurrection Reunion 2 by Sir Stanley Spencer

Death is a many-splendored thing;
especially when it ends.
The shroud is shed; the raised heart sings
and everyone pretends

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

Photo by Robin Lyon on Unsplash

Beware the charming Christmas squirrel.
He gathers nuts and such.
His look is soft and fluffy, but
don’t trust the rogue too much.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

Photo by Sarah Mak on Unsplash

Scatter wishes to the wind
to give them a head start.
Don’t give up on “let’s pretend”
or wash off sidewalk art.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

A little bird flew in my window,
much to my surprise.
He watched me rather quietly,
a question in his eyes.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

Image: ballet – Danseuse ajustant sa brettelle by Edgar Degas

It’s music I remember most of all.
Soaring strains of winged Tchaikovsky,
brought to earth by steady beat
of wooden cane against a parquet floor.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

love

Stand beside me.
Make me stretch
my branches high,
transcend the morning sky
with me; don’t count
my rings and ridges.

©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press

Photograph by Anita Schiller, His Children, Vantage Point Press

Thrust in the sickle, the land is rich,
and the fruit thereof is sweet.
The labor of love has been performed;
the cycle is complete.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

Minestra – Italian Wedding Soup (on love and Italian cooking)

“Italian wedding soup,” she said.
It sounded such a treat.
I’d married her one year ago;
my bliss was quite complete.