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Summer dreams of winter
Memories of fallen leaves Twisting at my feet Scraps of sunshine Not strong enough to heat Unbidden the winter falls all around As the plants die, And snow covers the ground The last, faint hold The summer has on the land As the days get shorter And fall takes its own stand It holds onto…
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Friday is an f word
Friday. Another weekend and plans run through my head. We had a nice little carpet picnic and a movie, Duck, duck, goose. It was so cute, watching the kids laugh at the sight of an older bachelor goose leading two small ducks to a place called Haven. There is nothing better than a grilled cheese…
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Nocturne
Another busy day Life marches according to plan Sometimes skewed But often exact We travel along Our paths Then a moment comes And we pause Savouring the warmth Of love’s embrace And sigh Content in our ways
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Gateway book
I bought my children a book yesterday. I’ve been trying to get my seven year old interested in reading all year when I magically lucked into the dog man series. These books are hardcover and colourful, masquerading as cartoons written by small boys. But in reality, they are words on paper that all three of…
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Parkinson’s law
It’s always amazing how fast time flies when you are doing what you love. I set aside a day this week to get things done, and while I was pleased with what I accomplished, I didn’t get anywhere close to achieving my goals. It wasn’t for lack of trying, or because I as distracted by…
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Creation
Abstract in motion Physics at a glance The pull of the ocean The star’s endless dance Mixed up in creation’s potion The Big Bang has its chance
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Visitor in the night
I bolted upright At 3 am Wondering why I was awake The quiet wrapped itself Around my soul Whispering Of someone’s fate A brush of wings Against my face Someone I couldn’t see I closed my eyes Tight As my breath ran away And said Goodbye To the visitor As they left Quietly In the…
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Thursday dreaming
Another episode of Thursday thoughts, on the heels of what may or may not be a cold. It’s one of those tickley bothers, the kind where you think any minute you’re about to get deathly ill with some virus, and may never recover, except it never really arrives- at least, not so far. I’m three…
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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…