Rising this morning, as the day started anew,
The skies were of blue and pink cotton candy.
Softly, the world woke from its slumber.
Birds chirped and flirted in the branches,
While squirrels dashed through the grasses.
Fur babies sat at the windows, wide-eyed,
Chittering and swishing their tails.
Welcome quiet weekend mornings,
Welcome Saturdays, a day to finally relax.
Ink lines piercing brightly hued strokes,
Transforming spots into dancing flowers.
Amazed by the simplicity of the design,
Wondering why it just is so hard to do.
That’s the wonder of life, isn’t it?
When we sit back and observe, we see…
Some people always struggle with easy things;
While others make the difficult look easy.
Here’s the secret… we all struggle with things;
And we all have talents that come easily.
It’s just a matter of focus and acceptance.
Just a silly musing after a strange day filled with challenges and successes. May the weekend arrive a little early!!!
Creaking, groaning limbs arch and sway.
One of these days, they will give way.
But for now they hold steady,
Still able to flex and be ready.
An infusion of warmth from the sun
Reminds of an age full of fun.
The end is not here so comes the fights
After all, shouldn’t aging have rights?
Don’t give in to the weakness and pains;
After all, it’s just in your brains!
Fighting the desire to get the important details;
Learning to go with the flow;
But it’s so hard when others live in chaos,
And it spills into your semi-organized life.
How can you not know how many people are traveling with you?
When they arrive and when to pick them up?
And traveling on a holiday weekend…for no good reason?
Insanity reaching its peak. Let it go.
Let it go. It isn’t your shit show to manage!
Lilby floated through the sky on a windy day
Her red and black polka dot wings fluttering
Finally she settled on a bright green leaf
And took a moment to catch her breath.
What a wild ride today on that breeze.
A drop of dew hung above Lilby
She tiptoed up and drew out a long sip.
Having recovered she knew she had to go,
Soon the storm would settle in,
So Lilby took to the skies once more,
Seeking out her loveliness among the woods.
Rows and rows of green,
Dotted with white and yellow flowers
And bright red strawberries
The bees busily pollinate.
A blue sky floats above
With white pelicans circling
Amid gulls and storks too
A bright sun warms the crisp breeze.
Playing hooky from work,
A planned retreat to the farm,
Getting away from the demands,
The break from the norm revives.
Why can this be everyday?
The sweet red berry picked fresh from the vine.
A song bird tweeting from the nearby wire.
A child’s laugh at something oh so silly.
A favorite movie which entertains and brings smiles.
Fidgeting with the hem and twirling a lock of hair,
And the innocent blush after a first kiss.
Nerves waiting for him to return home.
The realization that some bonds survive
Even through arguments, distance, and time.
Endless in its forms, love in each and every one.
A flash of white against the black outline gave him away as he circled with his buzzard friends.
Only a keen and watchful eye would find him among the crowd.
Swiftly he lifted and dove on the invisible current in the clear blue sky.
He lowered himself closer to the earth, keeping a watchful eye on the lake.
His talons skimmed the waters surface and he shuddered just a moment.
Then back to the sky he flew with dinner in his grasp.
Melissa ran her fingers over the corners of the shell inlaid box. It’s intricate design mesmerized her momentarily. She found the latch and lifted it, then the top seemed to spring open.
Inside, green velvet lined the box. An envelope with her name rested inside. She picked it up, set it aside, then took a look at the contents. A black velvet box greeted her next. She opened it and gasped. A gold diamond and emerald encrusted collar necklace with matching chandelier earrings sparkled.
Why would Jane have this masterpiece?
She picked up the box to look at the stones more closely. The light danced and dazzled off each facet. Melissa was in complete awe of its beauty.
She finally set the jewelry box down. Then she realized why the box was so heavy. The bottom was lined with one Troy ounce gold ingots. There must have been 30 or more stacked on the top layer; and there were several layers.
Melissa sat stunned. What was all this hidden wealth? Hopefully Jane’s letter would explain it.
Melissa’s attention was pulled to the stairway. Kathy’s voiced echoed up, “Everything okay? I have another client and we only allow one person at a time.”
Melissa couldn’t process anything more. She slipped out two bricks for appraisal then placed the necklace back in and sealed the box.
“I’m ready,” she responded to Kathy.
She listened to the clunk of Kathy’s heels up the stairs. When Kathy reached the landing, she inquired, “Will you be taking the box today or keeping it here?”
Melissa stuttered, understanding the value. “Oh, up, definitely keeping it here for now.”
Kathy shook her hand and opened the door to the safe. Melissa walked the box back to its spot and locked it up.
“Thank you, Kathy. I’ll make an appointment next time I plan to stop in.
Melissa patted her pocket to ensure the gold was secure and held Jane’s letter in her hand. Kathy handed her a business card as they walked by the other patron waiting in the lobby.
Melissa smiled at the middle aged woman, dressed to the nines in a Chanel suit. The lady nodded knowingly back.
What has Jane gotten me into? Melissa pondered as she walked home, gripping Jane’s letter even tighter.
Sweet little kisses on bare skin
Gently waking me from my slumber
But the sandpaper tongue licks
Awaken me for these are not from a lover.
A purr and a meow beckon me to my feet,
For little boy wants breakfast and a treat.
6:30 am, right on time
There’s no escape from him,
Sheets and quilts may deter,
But any inch of skin exposed,
and he plants his kiss once more.
I relent and give in, time to rise.
Your breakfast is served.
Good morning to you too.
Dawn Renee Writes 