Tag: writing

  • A toddler in the mountains

    A toddler in the mountains

    A slow return to life Aided by the sun Morning shone down As the nighttime was over and done He scampered out of bed Full of vim and vigour While mother groaned instead Feeling the years within her The narcissism of a toddler Full of self-importance Knowing you are the center Of the families entire…

  • Rocky Mountain Dreaming

    Rocky Mountain Dreaming

    It was a Saturday without complication. The crisp pine scented air filled my lungs with hope, and the bright sun lit up the mountains with glory. While I had work to do, my spirits felt lighter than they have for awhile, even through the phones calls and classes that took my morning and afternoon. I…

  • Long weekend blues

    Long weekend blues

    The first long weekend of the summer season is finally here. I’m feeling the weight of responsibility like a lodestone around my neck. Too many goodbyes this week, too many sorrowful surprises. My well is dry and needs a chance to be replenished, but alas, it’s not yet my chance. I’m on call until next…

  • Lassitude

    Lassitude

    I’ve been infected by a bug Of heartache and despair Full of turmoil, Born of the air With change all around me I stagnate inside Soul torn into pieces Crumpled with pride How did I get here? I wonder out loud I did nothing different To stand out in the crowd And so I struggle…

  • Vigilance

    Vigilance

    My energy levels are thin today, Mired in a morass of details Intricate and complex Each more layered than the next Attempting the impossible On four hours of rest I struggle with my mind Promising it lies, I soothe it with cream and coffee Soon, my dear I say and sip once more From the…

  • After the ball

    After the ball

    After the party’s over, When the balloons have sprung a leak The cake has been eaten, And the ice cream is gone. How do you continue When the fun is all spent? Each day stretches onward Without a pedigree or bent The day after Christmas The night after New Year’s Eve When the excitement is…

  • My next 40 years

    My next 40 years

    Well, here I am. Arriving at an age I couldn’t have imagined twenty years ago. Forty was so old then, dried up and established. I always thought I’d be an adult by now, but instead, I feel the same age, just more sore. Where’s the wisdom I expected to have achieved? Sure, I’ve got a…

  • Mother’s Day

    Mother’s Day

    The morning you wake up and know you’ll never be alone, The last time you see your toes And wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into And then they cry and coo Sleep on your chest Smile and say I love you They learn and grow make you laugh and cry Mother’s Day is not just…

  • The wilderness

    The wilderness

    Some times the forest is dark, With shadows at every turn The moon is faint, The way is dim Eyes linger upon your back You feel so alone, There’s no way out Your breath is caught In sorrow and regret. But even in the darkest night; Lost in the deepest of thickets There’s always a…

  • Goals for forty

    Goals for forty

    I’m back to the time of year where I start to make lists of my goals. Many people do this at New Years, and I do sometimes as well. But this time of year, when I’ve completed another revolution around the sun, makes me take stock of where I am and where I’d like to…