Welcome to Poetry Friday. My poem today, October Rain, was inspired by the weird weather we experienced yesterday in West Central Wisconsin. Sunny, stormy, rainy, along with tiny hailstones, and a rainbow mixed in, the weather – with all its rapid flux – left me inspired! I wrote about this not only today, but yesterday…
Autumn leaves, one of nature’s great gifts. A given gift without the task of asking or doing. A gift for the taking, if we choose to look. Brilliant yellows, oranges, and reds glow on this overcast, gray, autumn day from across the fields of corn and soybean. Autumn in the mid-west. So vibrant! Some appear…
My poem this week is inspired by all the children returning to school. It is a time of year that I am fond of because of the sense of newness and anticipation for the year ahead. While this year will be a year like no other, I think the sense of anticipation can still be…
A Note of Thanks A thank you note is important! Can’t you see? For it shows how grateful you can be. For a visit, a toy, a meal, a gift, or more. Thank you notes convey gratitude and, oh, so much more. Notes take time to write and time to send, going through the…
Some of my favorite types of books are those that involve time travel. It’s always been enjoyable for me to read stories that involve characters who move through time. I think this fondness started with reading Wrinkle in Time when I was in grade school in the early 1970s. The whole idea of children traveling,…
Too Early for Halloween This morning I woke to find a scraggly witch’s claw on my window screen. Gnarled and knobby, she was pointing and waving to something unseen. I closed my eyes for this sight I did not want to see, for I really hoped when I opened them again, she’ll have vanished and…
My husband and I have taken to sitting for half an hour in the room off of our kitchen in the morning while I have my tea. We catch up on news, share opinions, and sometimes outline the plan for the day. Today, we briefly touched on the depressing nature of the news and social…
Life is not Linear Are you now who you thought you’d be when you were eighteen? Probably not. Life is not Linear, a straight line where you travel from Point A to Point Z. As much as we want it to be, Life is not Linear. Just like how we cannot…
Again… Years ago, I said I had enough, never would I do it again. You said, “I hurt you,” and recoiled from my touch. It didn’t take long to decide to stop. Several months of seeing you look ragged & unkempt. I didn’t know what I was doing, I told you that. I felt strong…
I don’t like to skip a day blogging but most of today passed without me writing. After dinner, we went for a short walk with the dog. During this time, I started writing this poem in my head. It’s kind of silly and not real deep but still, it kept me writing and that’s really…