February 2, 1932

That day

Of my beginning

Long ago

Has many anniversaries

Ever since!

I wince

How many

they be!

Oh, well.

I prefer it!

Each, - special and unique

In its own time.

Some, more memorable,

But all are mine

Unrelentingly.

I celebrate them all,

Anticipate this next, -

My eighty-first, -

As friend.

Who counts?

We never know

How many

There may be.

Essential that we

Make every moment

Count!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

If it should rain,

I would be dry

Under your umbrella.

On snowy nights,

Your warmth

Envelopes me.

Come summer heat,

Sweltering,

You'll refresh my brow.

Wind rattling my world

Is not unkind

For you are near.

Each scary, wary, weary thing

Is useful now,

As reminder of a year.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Birthday Thoughts.

Alone.

I have an equal - me.

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Plop.

It's Fertile Flux again.

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Armadillos

Are not hard

Inside.

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My heart is incognito.

____

A silver head

Can stop me dead;

Straining to see if

Underneath, it's you.

It never is.

_____

Clop.

I'll live.

_____

I am.

As is.

_____

Who are you, really?

And really - who am I?

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Thoughts.

I've space sight

But closeup view

Is sometimes puzzling.

________

This is it

Perhaps?

________

If this vein runs dry.

Another must be tapped.

The flow continues

Somewhere.

________

When it happens here

I'll know it.

________

No search in progress

So finding

Seems unlikely.

________

You comfort me

Because you ARE.

________

The willow withers

Unmistakably, -

Profoundly forlorn -

Her drooping boughs.

________

My tears are dry

Too deep to cry.

________

Find this soul for me

Amongst shadows

Of the fall.

Restore again my life,

My all.

________

The magnitude

Of furthest galaxy

Depends not

Upon my eyes to see.

________

The earth,

A miracle

Containing sustenance for life

And letting love

Create itself.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

2.

My good old friend,

My poetry,

Help me tame

The mess;

Help to work it through

Again, and grow.

Not sublimation, this time.

Just illumination, this time.

For I am not the same

This time.

I know -

I am already whole.

1.

Green!

I love it!

Wallow in the green

Of everything!

Leafy,

Grassy,

Watery,

Froggy

Green!

3.

I'm tired of trying,

Knowing

I needn't.

If it is real,

I need not try.

But I'm impatient.

No way to reach you

But through thought.

Is there an answer?

I will know it

When it appears.

Please hurry -

And appear.

____© Nellieanna H. Hay

My way

Is a quiet way,

A lilting song.

It's like a river

Firmly flowing

Underground.

.

It's always been

Truly found.

And will be

Till I'm gone.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

"So this is who I am,

And this is all I know,

And I must choose to live,

For all that I can give,

The spark that makes

The power grow . . .

. . . Immortality . . ."

2-2-2013

To live with few regrets

Is life's

Great gift.

To age with vivid joy

Is age's

Greatest lift.

. . . . .

But I like

A few loose ends,

Don’t you?

Life - how beautiful!

And here am I

To live it!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay