Soft blossoms float down,
Fragrance hangs lightly in the air
The lawn littered with spent blooms
in colors of pink, yellow and white
The beauty is fleeting,
Enjoy it while it lasts.
Author: Dawn Renee Miller
Lifelong writer of boring things like specs and reqs ready to spread her wings with some creativity.
Teal and Red
Blossoms tumble from above
Falling on bare shoulders below
Brown hair tucked up at her nape,
Fingertips float across her silk skirt,
A vibrant teal and red sash trails behind.
It should clash, but instead there is harmony.
He awaits her arrival anxiously,
But knows their future lies ahead.
Hearts full and eyes wide open.
Over It All
Dark circles surround heavy eyes
Energy drained and the world swirls
Nothing stands still, nothing feels right.
All that is needed is grounding.
The rug pulled out, footing lost,
Stumbling over every obstacle,
Exhausted from the quaking world
Failing at every turn,
and no, it doesn’t mean first attempt in learning…
Shifting goal posts, unstated expectations,
Boundaries crossed, it’s all getting old.
Find patience, show me grace.
Tears fall, uncontrollably. Over it all.
Trying
Trying to find a different way,
Thought I might get lost in clay
Smashing through the grog
Relieving my stress backlog.
However, anxiety still exists
It’s one of those dastardly beasts.
So now I’m here, scrawling about,
My mind continues to run with doubt.
Work, and home, nothing’s great.
Will this always be my fate?
Squeak
She squealed in delight
A little piece of cheese in sight
Resisting with all her might
But not tonight!
Crumbles fell to the floor
A taste she does adore
Nutty and sweet monte amore
All she wants is just a little more
She scrunched her nose and made a squeak
Slowly she became a mouse, so to speak.
Inspired by my recent adoration of aged cheddar cheese! 🧀
Where’s the glow?
I used to love making things beautiful
Now, I just want to survive my day.
I wish my world were still filled with finesse
But you see, I am overwhelmed by this mess.
Still, I try to make things lovely and nice,
Baking sweet things with sugar and spice.
Clearing shelves and setting out decor,
But for some reason, it doesn’t sparkle like before.
I keep hoping for the magic to return.
Until it does, I’ll fake this smile and carry on.
Belly Up
Sunlight streamed through a paned window
Westward facing, afternoon rays brought heat.
Padded feet plodded down the hall,
The glow brought him from the shadows.
Making a circle, he softly purred in delight.
Flopping down, his dark fur danced,
Sun shimmered in his blue eyes.
He soaked it all in, this was his moment,
His moment in the sun, belly up.
Stardust
Tortured souls, we are, tangled in this world
Wanting a way out, wanting to fix it all
Never knowing whether to stay or go
Is our time to soar approaching in the challenge
Or are we breaking under never ending weight
Pulled apart bit by bit, smashed upon the rocks
Until we’re nothing more than stardust carried in the wind
A Hallmark Moment
A familiar storyline played out
Every evening on Hallmark
Especially at Christmas.
A woman on the edge of her success
Or pushed to the end of her wits
Her vision is cleared to take a different path.
Does life actually unfold this way,
When we are on the precipice?
If only there were a clear sign
On which path we should take.
Instead we spin, struggle, and fret.
Why can’t life be more clear?
Why can’t it be so obvious,
So simple as a Hallmark movie?
Berry Sweet
Rows upon rows, green leaves of three,
The tick tick tick of sprinklers quench their thirst.
Full sun feeds them as does the sandy dirt below.
A white clapboard home sits along side,
A welcoming wrap around porch awaits.
A pair of rockers sway a bit as
The lace sheers flutter in and out.
The open windows invite the breeze.
From inside, she sips her tea,
Happy in this dream she’s built.
Strawberry fields bring her peace.
Dawn Renee Writes 