-
Sun on falling leaves
A beautiful fall day unfolded as we drove through the trees, the brave leaves still clinging in shades of red and orange and yellow while their fallen brethren lay scattered on the ground. The sun was brilliant in cool blue skies, while the kids enjoyed the fall day, Pretending they weren’t even slightly cold as…
-
Saturday with Mr Cohen
Songs of passion and pain Life is for the living, For sunshine and also for the rain Tonight I heard the poignant words Sang through the bodies Of humans flying like birds Leonard Cohen and ballet A remarkable combination, His glorious voice and dance Earned a standing ovation I wept for the blue raincoat For…
-
Life and the fall of summer
Another month gone, the summer draws to a close. I see the leaves changing, yellow and orange appearing as though the green was dipped in paint, An art project one of my kids left out to dry. The summer was so short and now again I feel the chill in the mornings, barely above freezing…
-
Approach of fall
Another Monday has come and gone, and I’ve realized the month is almost over again. The mornings are getting cool and I’m starting to see the leaves change as well. I’m sad thinking how much time I’ve spent inside this summer, due to a combination of work and weather. But while I feel as though…
-
Goodnights
Another Friday here again, But this time, Sadness is my companion The pain of living Poignant and sharp Those I love, Those I don’t know Lives intricately torn apart Memories of the way They once were Now, at the close of the day All faded and grey I can still remember music Chords on a…
-
Home
The relief I feel is deep and washes over me A wave on the shore of home I’m exhausted Yet enriched While in need of my bed, I’m so proud of my children Who were amazing again As we woke early and drove until supper Although occasionally one would break down, They handled the day…
-
Dog days
The dog days of summer So humid and hot Make you think about lounging, To take time to consider what you’ve got The air is so heavy Breathing is hard Except for the children Who still run through the yard We prepare too much food More than anyone could eat Corn and salads, With steak…
-
Hot summer memories
Sitting in the bathroom while the youngest sings “mommy shark doo de doo” In the bath, I’m left pondering the last 48 hours. It’s hotter than I can remember since I was a kid, and the internet service is painfully slow I didn’t remember how hot days could get, Surrounded by the lush greenery of…
-
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…
-
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…