Daily Diary, Day 838:
My mother and father started going to Florida for part of the year in the 1970s, eventually living there full time. This is where my Dad joined a Poetry Group and really started writing full time. After my mother died, he remarried, and Ruth, my step-mother, was a poet in her own right. They continued to live at least part of the year in Florida. Needless-to-say, a lot of his poems deal with this state and its climate. As many of you are now facing cold weather, I thought this poem about a warm and sunny climate might come in handy!
eco system
in
time and space
i'm states away from
the nurturing fields of
youth and friends
baking
like a ripening gourd
in these days of winter gold
in the high sun digs
and warms the cotton of my shirt
my joyous pores beneath
foment
a mist of salty beads
that wed the gentle winds
and fly
into the space and wet
of everglade
--Joseph Locke
Hello dear Sister,
I just read this to Mom! Thank you. This was lovely. I thought the picture is of Papa Joe and Jane, your Mom. Mom thought it was her. Could you clarify?
Love you,
Alice and Mom