Morning Reflections

Morning reflections

Start of a beautiful day

Be sure to notice

A Sure Sign of Spring

A sure sign of spring

Pussy willows with catkins

Warmth is on the way!

Food Bank Haiku

Racks all loaded full

Quietly eager to feed

Once volunteers come

Massive totes of food

Donated and unsorted

Waiting patiently

Carrots from the dirt

Arrive massed together by the pallet

Waiting for red mesh

Cones of cereal

Towering in the warehouse

Waiting to be bagged

Could there be a prize

in one of those massive bags

volunteers wonder…

Volunteers storm in

Often times by busload

 All eager to help

Orientation

After they are all signed in

Sitting in their chairs

Many hands at work

Packaging food for those in need

Gladly with smiles

Then time for clean-up

Tables washed floors swept all clean

Then time for wrap-up.

Then hands all washed up

Preparing to repack

After instructions

What accomplishment.

So many tons of food packed

All for those in need.

Quickly they all go

Yet, another miracle

At Second Harvest.

Firmly waiting for spring

Still waiting for spring.

Planted I stand in the pond.

Frozen in the ice.

Standing quietly.

Expending no energy,

I make not a noise.

Days come and go by.

I move not even a twig.

Firmly, I still wait.

                            -Dan Johnson

Water, snow and ice

Water, snow and ice.

You rely on each other.

All of one parent.

Calmly you co-exist.

As three siblings, side by side,

chilling together.

                               - Dan Johnson

Spring will come

Cattail and falling snow

Yes it is still cold.

Winter lingers and bites

at my toes and ears.

Cold pierces my pours.

My face silently screams ouch.

Spring come quickly.

Footsteps sound loudly

in the frigid winter weather.

I tread on the cold.

Try hard as it might,

it cannot last forever.

Spring will indeed come and rule.

                                                  -Dan Johnson

Snowfall

Snowflakes gradually

drift gently from the skies.

Hurry not my friends.

Falling randomly,

each flake unique, yet the same.

All fall together.

So effortlessly

you go with the flow.

Flow snow, down you go.

                        -Dan Johnson