Pattern after pattern, ever changing, but also repeating

It’s amazing to watch the patterns unfold.

The standard routines, almost the same from day to day,

but slowly shifting into something untold.

Even the major upsets, the chaos, the disarray,

these start to become more routine.

The changes continue to play out,

but no longer do they feel unforeseen.

Is it we can’t help creating the patterns?

Or is it all preplanned and now our turns?

Gracefully floating in the wind,

But strongly grounded by its roots.

Delicate ivory and pink blooms

Brightly dot the clear blue sky.

I hope to see you one day,

Underneath the beautiful canopy,

Your hand in mine once more.

Blossoms drifting by as our lips meet.

Dings, rings, and dancing machines.

The early morning is already abuzz.

My weary eyes looking at the screens,

Everything displayed is afuzz.

At least the weekend is nearing,

A little break from the daily grind,

Not devoid of all work I’m fearing,

But really, I do not mind.

Welcome, Friday! Welcome, weekend!

Gimme a break from this work-work-work trend!

Twinkle, twinkle in the night sky,

Blinking from lightning bugs or fire flies.

They pop up as the sky turns dark,

Guiding us on our stroll in the park.

One lands on your nose and makes me smile,

You take my hand and we dance for a while.

The music is all deep in our heads,

But it’s what’s in our hearts that matters instead.

Poor lighting and a bad camera angle

Revealed her significant slide.

Puffy cheeks, rounded shoulders,

Why does she look so wide?

Dark circles added in, tousled hair too;

What is going on to make her look so rough?

She battles with this from time to time,

Even when life isn’t all that tough.

Pouring herself out of the bed,

Feeling like a humongous blob,

She beats herself up when she gets this way,

Thinking everyone else sees a slob.

So, out come the workout clothes,

At least this year they aren’t tight yet,

And her kicks wait by the door,

Ready for a stroll at sunrise or sunset.

Motivation may be hard to find,

But it’s time to nourish the body and mind.

As I wipe the sleep from my eyes, they open up wide when they see

the face of our ancestors in the snow which lays upon the mountainside.

A reminder to me, to us, that our lives, ever fleeting, ever moving,

are far from never impacting for we leave our mark wherever we go.

Walk gently dear souls across our land, knowing all we do cannot be undone.

Be kind, be true, be ever faithful to your heart, and quiet those running thoughts.

A new day awakes, a new year dawns,

Open your eyes sleepyhead and have a yawn.

Find a way to be outdoors once the fog lifts,

Get lost on the trail letting your mind drift.

Empty yourself of last year’s pains,

Dry up any tear soaked stains,

After 2021, everyone deserves a fresh start,

A smile, happiness, and a renewed heart.

A sweltering heat wave comes our way,

It’s going to be in the 80s on Christmas Day.

We trade powdery snow for white sand

To build our snowman by hand.

Sand angels, flowers and smiles all around,

Gifts of sunscreen instead of mittens abound,

Shorts, mallets and bikinis, we all get cute,

Santa’s gonna need to don a swimsuit!

Take me far far away to a winter land covered in snow,

To a little mountain lodge where we can sip cocoa.

Walk with me in ankle high drifts.

Walk with me until our spirit lifts.

Flop down beside me in fresh powder

And make snow angels as we laugh louder.

Then take me to our room where the fire warms,

And curl up with me as I fall asleep in your arms.