Remembering Halloween-A Poem

Halloween (‘60’s era)

Eve Gaal

Whence we were little goblins-

groovy lithe witches

and rascally cowboys—

nothing wicked mind you,

perchance slightly mischievous-

waiting to run down the street--

giggling from house to house--

proudly shouting trick or treat.

Plans devised for a soulful celebration

powered behind glued on sequins--

the hubris of green felt--- pink ribbons.

Boasting about goals

to fill giant sacs-

we snickered behind our plastic masks--

zooming with super powers-

our hearts charged with wonder.

Beaming at our bounty of sugary fun--

spread like treasure on the breakfast table:

Golden wrapped toffees—

Mr. Goodbars even Bazooka gum.

Black and orange wrapped peanut taffy-

a caramel apple lovingly made by a granny next door-

perhaps a box of Crackerjacks with a small green whistle

you still keep in a drawer-

to remind you of a distant magic--

when shadows cast swirling leaves--

as frolicking ghosts in rustling trees

announced it’s

Hallow’s eve.

Abundant Anniversary

The smoke alarm had to go off on our Anniversary and that’s one of those things that frighten the

collars off our dogs. And while we usually walk together hand in hand with a Chihuahua on each leash, this Columbus day and tenth day of the tenth month under what felt like tropical breezes and warm cloudy skies, I took the short walk around the block myself with Pinky.  (Someone had to change the batteries immediately.)

Pinky takes the lead

Every day, even on a short walk, there are things to see but this time I was duly rewarded with long tall shadows, flowering shrubs and hummingbirds.

The shadows fall

Crossing the street

Do you see the chirpy hummingbird?

The flag in our park

Please ignore the trash on the ground.
Non-locals like to sneak into our park and act like boars.
There's a trash can across from this bench. 

 

 Join me on this special day by having a seat in our one-acre community park where gratitude flowed from my heart as well as inspiration for a poem for my beloved I had to jot down when I reached our now peaceful home.

Happy Anniversary

Thank you Steve for coming into my life 24 years ago—

the man who changed my life.

The spring in my step when I walk our dogs—

the flowering scent along my path.

Your eyes the morning light—

your smile the California sun.

Thank you for being an angel

when I need spoiling.

Thank you for being disciplined and wise

when I need to grow up.

A warm and wonderful shoulder to cry on when I’m sad—

a solid rock of reassurance and a gift from God--

the one who broke the mold—my Steve.

Nature inspires me. How about you? 

Tale O' Miniature Tail

  

Welcome to my universe. I’m a rescue.

Mom says she’s a rescue too.

Dad says-- mom rescued him but I think there’s more to that story.

The main thing is this: We all need humans.

Tall or stinky,

Young or frumpy

Peeps are important.

They all matter.

And man can they can make a difference in your life.

Take this ordinary suburban yard for example:

Every petal and piece of mulch is mine, (even though there’s another rescued dog around here.)

I am fearless and safe back here.

The mailman is on the other side of the house and

the vacuum cleaner never comes outside.

Sunshine follows me throughout the day.

This is my element.

I prowl around and sniff the grass.

Sometimes I'm thorny like a rose. 

The scent of invaders

such as rabbits and squirrels delights me

especially because they know better

 than to stay on our side of the fence.

I can bark,

yelp and even cry.

I can sleep on the lounge chair

pretending I’m queen.

I am Fiona and if you need rescuing--

 find a human today!