Jeanne Mason

Xenia, Ohio

I have been writing poetry since my twenties. I am now retired from Office work. In my spare time I do art work, read, listen to music and garden. I have been published in the newspaper, in the National Library of Poetry and in Sparrowgrass.

Time

Moments --
Golden Moments,
Silver Moments,
Slip and slide and glide by
Like sand from an hourglass
Constantly, without our notice,
And suddenly all are gone.

Silver Rain

Silver rain
Coming down in white streaks
Forming diamond droplets
Hanging from the green shrubs
Puddling in the street.

Silver rain
Making a peaceful sound
Entering my consciousness
Soaking white sidewalks
Singing its tinkling song.

The Dandelion

What is a dandelion?
It is a yellow spring flower
That brightens the green grass
And lightens our heart.

What is a dandelion?
It is a plant with an airy white top
Looking almost lacy on the lawn.

It spreads its seeds everywhere
And pops up where it will.
It plants its roots firmly and blooms.

Granddaughters

My granddaughters are like a flock of birds --
Ever moving.
Ever chattering.
They are clad in bright colors;
They are ever thirsty.
They are like stair steps
From smallest to tallest.
Each is her own unique self.
They run through my life
With gay abandon,
And, birdlike, fly away.

January Snow

The big flakes fell softly to the ground
Under skies of grey.
The wind blew, swirling the flakes;
Birds flew about searching for food;
I saw small tracks in the snow of a passing cat;
The temperature fell and the snow fell on.