As I lay my head on my pillow
I say goodbye to me
For tomorrow who will I be?
The sins of my day billow
The motives were certainly not carefree
My soul needs to be set free
Sorries I gather to still owe
But first at the day’s end I plea
Forgiveness within my own vitality
Powdered sugar snow blankets the evergreen covered mountains.
Soft, fluffy, emerald
You could get lost
Pleading with nature for much needed sustenance
Standing on a makeshift pier; homemade line out
You are silhouetted by the vast pristine scene
The world above is mirrored below on crystal glass.
Peaks of mountains rise above and fall below
This vision belongs in museum
Yet there is no one here to witness
Blue skies go on forever.
The beauty comforts in this solitude
At dusk the blue is replaced by sprinkles filling the skies
The air shrinks and chills the bones
A howl from neighbors send the chills to the soul
Red, green and gold
snowy blankets warm and cold
the kitchen filled with delightful dishes
the entire family oh so misses
one day soon we can all hold
our winter wishes
gathering together again for Christmas
deep rich emerald bouquet
the chaotic shapes compose a visual melody
my eyes are drawn to you
the shadows compliment your rich hues
foliage shapes dance in a rebellious party
thin and flat
skinny and broad
tall and short
The many contrasts are married
bright lilacs rise from the greens
pale whites ring among the stalks
providing sweet feasts to hidden butterflies
and fluttering hummingbirds
thank you for your striking botanic presentation
Routine Queen; helps me function
Cat lover; his soft snuggles are unconditional
Mom; longed to be; an eye blink later 10 years in
Poetry lover; newly discovered passion
Runner; my way of staying fit and sane
Teacher: longed to be; now 20 years in
Friend; few, but cherished
Writer; didn’t know it was in me until recently bloomed
Sister; few by choice, but cherished
Wife; one of life’s accomplishments:
16 years in
Binger; Netflix, Prime, Hulu, on demand
Daughter; grateful for many gifts
Survivor; breast cancer warrior
Homebody; now being truly challenged
Inspiration from Day 23 SOL challenge
Do you know how proud of you I am?
I try to tell you as often as I can.
You’re too humble and insist I stop.
I’d like to shout your honors from the hill tops.
I delighted in all your firsts:
steps, words, smiles, life’s thirsts.
I cheered at your concerts.
We rewarded you with desserts
I look back with boast;
looking onward to all the toasts.
All the heartaches broke me too.
But I had confidence you’d make it through.
Do you understand how proud of you I am ?
I will never stop; no way my little lamb.
I am a prisoner of my daily routine
It pulls me, it drags me, it has a hold over me
Nothing else can be completed to be free
It is my drug to get me going, oh the caffeine
It percolates and grumbles
The aroma permeates my home
My mind awaits it as my eyes roam
Out the window the tree’s branch fumbles
The leaves wave to me through my screen
That first sip will ensure for all the day I am keen
When I gazed into the future,
I held my best friend’s hand tightly
Yet when time caught up, she was a different person.
When I slept over at Nana’s,
I had no knowledge of bills and deadlines.
They were inevitable.
When I laid in darkness,
The air filled with Channel and Aquanet.
Paul Simon sang, “Get off the bus Gus”
Mom prepared for her night out.
When we married G.I. Joe to Barbie,
We assumed we’d be bound forever.
But it turns out blood is not thicker than water.
Long and bent
Perhaps wanted and warn
Both equally trodden
Telling with a sigh
That has made a difference.