This chill mid-winter wind startles
the last of Summer’s leaves loose,
a surging flow in flight,
from trees clustered along my homeward drive.
Twisting together, like smoke, they move
and wind along and above this darkening lane Continue reading “January Rising”
Things that remind me of my age:
1. Forgetting what it was I just went upstairs for.
2. Changing the radio station, again, because, “That’s not music, it’s just noise.” Then, stopping on a station that’s playing a song that I didn’t particularly like back in the 80’s, but at least I recognize it.
3. Feeling proud of the adults my children have grown into and wondering when they grew into adults. I must have blinked.
4. Wondering how in the heck I hurt my back while I was sound asleep.
5. Forgetting what I just went downstairs for.
6. Having a medicine cabinet that contains both heat wraps and muscle relaxants because I have the amazing ability to walk up with back spasms.
7. Forgetting what it was I just went upstairs for.
This small life in my hand, she unfurls from her small center.
She is readying to reach out in all directions; like, ripples
that uncurl across the surface of still water from a single stone. Continue reading “The Center Holds”