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Days end
The roses of the night Meet the blue of the day As twilight descends And the moon comes to play The sun beds down Tucked in for the night Slumbering on Hidden from sight I contemplate my learning From another day’s toils Satisfaction unfurls While the negative recoils
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Low pressure blues
Barometer rising The tension is high Pounding in the temples As I rush to stay dry The clouds roil above Life continues below I nervously await For this storm to blow I take medicine and coffee To get through the day As the sudden change in pressure Causes me dismay Once upon a time I…
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Half day Monday
I love half day mondays! This summer I decided that instead of taking a bunch of time off I was going to try to shorten my work week, Weather and responsibilities permitting. This is the first week where I’ve felt what that means, And so far, I’m digging it. This week, I worked only Monday…
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Summertime, past and present
Sunday has always been family day, for as long as I can remember. We would get up, go to church and have a potluck, or go to my grandparents or even go home and spend time in the garden together. I remember beautiful spring days planting with my grandparents, summer days riding bikes with my…
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What’s in a name
Have you ever anthropomorphized? Given a name To the inanimate, Or the inhuman? I believe we all Add a handle to things To explain our world, Make it our home We tell Fido he’s a good boy, Or thank Bessie for the milk. What about a car? What’s in a name? Does a Bucky drive…
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Frīġedæġ
Friday. I’ve started writing a story about a girl named Freyja, which feels perfectly appropriate for today. I love history. I love learning about other people’s history. It’s as though I can feel what someone else a world and a century away was feeling as they went about their normal lives. Friday is named after…
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Thursday’s thoughts
The weekly Thursday thought rolls around at five pm. Once again, I feel many years older than my age, confused why everything hurts and I’m so tired. And then I remember- I’m at the stage of life where a full day of the same kind of work drains me so much that by the time…
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Midweek musing
How did the week creep up so fast? Only two more days until another weekend and my to-do list has grown once again. The long weekend has gone and taken its usual toll, with fond memories and sleep deprivation all I have to show for it. Now I’m confused about where my time goes as…
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Draws close, the end
The scent lingers as I enter A hush over the room tells me I’m in a holy space I feel the weight of the air Silent and expectant Waiting For the moment when they shall usher Out an old friend I remember times when we spoke Good humour and wit And now I see eyes…
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Time to live
A long weekend of friends and family, Another celebration of life and living Each moment trapped in the crystalline gel Of time Strung together With beads of wonder Watching children play and grow Friends grow and change and become more dear Moments of life and living As time moves onward Carrying us all in its…