Twinkling lights still shimmer
On tired boughs of green;
Delaying farewells to the season,
Let’s keep it up a few more days.
The holidays started late this year
And work caused everything to be rushed;
Just a few more moments of peace
Before the frenzy resumes once more.
Soon the holiday movies will end,
The jolly music will cease,
Decorations will be stored once more.
But for one more night procrastinate,
For one more night find joy in our hearts.
Steady stare into the abyss,
Softening focus, then maybe she’ll see,
Script formed in an ancient language
Long forgotten by current man.
Incense wafts an earthy scent,
Grounding her to the past.
Winds push the smoke out
Swirls turn to calligraphy,
Chills runs through her bones
As the dancing trail begins to reveal
A story of ages long ago…
Why is there this hollowness from nowhere
A hole where my heart rests
Years have passed, still,
it creeps upon me from time to time
A yearning to connect,
even for just a moment
Triggered by a song, a smell,
Sometimes a random thought
That longing which cannot be fulfilled
It will not dissipate,
no matter the distractions
No matter the resistance…
But carry on I must
As flashes of the past,
And dreams never to be
flicker in my head.
Out of my reach,
beyond my control.
Why?
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! 🧀
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.
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.
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 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?
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.
Rich earth and gritty sand,
Swirled together to make the land,
Quick to drain, moisture holds,
Roots dive deep, grow bold.
Leaves of three, flowers of white,
Stalks green and bright.
May your berries be oh so sweet,
Florida perfect winter treat.
Dawn Renee Writes 