Monday, January 14, 2019



Bees absorb Autumn's sun,
astors drape field and valley
as storm clouds gather.

Cattle tagged and fattened,
idyllic days slumbering.  Numbered.
As are canopies of olive, lime, and jade.

Flip of calendar page.  Season's first frost.
Security and fate change
as quickly as that.

by Margaret Bednar, January 14, 2019

This is linked to "dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #71 - Change".  44 words incorporating the word "change".   This is an older poem (2014) that I have reworked. 

Here are some quotes on "change" that I really like:

“Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.” 
― George Bernard Shaw

“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.” 
― Mother Teresa

“Fashion changes, but style endures.” 
― Coco Chanel

“One child, one teacher, one book, one pen can change the world.” 

“To improve is to change; to be perfect is to change often.” 
― Winston S. Churchill

“A bend in the road is not the end of the road…Unless you fail to make the turn.” 
― Helen Keller

“The changes we dread most may contain our salvation.” 
― Barbara Kingsolver, Small Wonder

“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees
and changing leaves.” 
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“If you want to change attitudes, start with a change in behavior.” 
― Katherine Hepburn

"I Believe"

I Believe

Allow me a bit of leeway
because childhood's impressionable,
capricious to a bit of whimsy, myth and
dream-like yarns that
endear us to something
far-fetched.  As a girl, I'd sit at
Grandpa's knee as
he transported me
into the past with stories.  One, he
just a young man, spied a
kind and beautiful young
lady whose dimpled smile
melted his heart.

Now she was no
ordinary lass, for she could
pick a weed and 'twould bloom
quince, iris, fragrant
rose; anything you desired.  As she
sang, he followed her,
traipsed valley and hill
until she said "Yes" to his hand.

Vase on Grandma's table
was splendidly filled with
exquisite flowers, dahlias, tulips, asters,
yellow lilies; beloved butterflies flocked her
zinnias porch-side.  Not a weed in sight.

And I believed.  Still do.

by Margaret Bednar, January 14, 2019

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Tuesday's Platform"  I wrote to an "ABC" poem challenge for my local poetry group, Third Tuesday Poets.   The alphabet is in order at the beginning of each line.