ICE
Ice covers light snow, Hard shell, unbreakable. ICE smothers life’s glow, Harsh shells, unspeakable.
Early Bird Wisdom
It’s the second day of January. A new month, a new year. Cold air nips at anyone’s nose outside. The living room fire is so delightful! As I gaze out the window, winged life streaks by. Was that a robin?? In January?? Then, something flies by so quickly, but my trained eye notes something blue.…
Be Seated
While at Mass the other day, one of my friends, Chris, was the lector. The priest and deacon were seated, and the 3rd chair next to Fr. Mike was vacant. After he finished reading, Chris headed to a seat, behind the 3 chairs where the priest and deacon were. Fr. Mike stopped Chris, patted the…
Loving Signs
I am sometimes stopped at a traffic light alongside a bus, waiting to turn into the school campus. When I see the students by the windows, I think back to my own childhood, riding the bus early in the morning. Anticipation of the school day looms. Who knows what kind of morning the children have…
Conversing Cardinals
I’m found Between two cardinal calls, Eavesdropping, Honored to listen, Imagining the conversation, Sensing morning’s joy. I’m found.
FROM
I am from moving vans, new schools and good-byes. I am from foreign languages becoming familiar, then back to English again. I am from sifting sand in a wooden box, perched on a corner seat my father made, From matching sisters’ frilly dresses, hand crafted by our mother. I am from back yard turtles and…
Gazebo Prelude
“My” gazebo. 6:30 AM I’ve never been here this early, Waking with the birds’ morning praises. I listen. No Merlin app to tell me whose song. The Robin dominates – is she a morning person? A dove “coo coos” under a tree. Blue Jay calls from afar (when will he draw near?). A chipping sparrow,…
Life Bubbles
She gave me a wee pink plastic vial with a wand inside. Her instructions called me to remember when I was young and took delight in simple pleasures. I found myself outside, blowing tiny bubbles into the warm summer air. Some were teeny. All were perfectly round. Some doubled up to join with another. All…
Jump Higher
On a shepherd’s hook, under the tulip magnolia in my backyard hang two bird feeders. I enjoy peeking out the garage window to catch a glimpse of various birds partaking of the seed mix. More often than not, squirrels under the tree are eating the spilled seeds on the ground. A convenient breakfast! This morning…
Hear My Voice
When I sit close to the front of church at morning Mass, I occasionally hear someone make a noise behind me. Without seeing them, I can often identify who is making the sound. Joan has a certain way to clear her throat. Donald coughs in a low soft tone. Pam has a prolonged throat clearing,…
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