A CHERISHED MOMENT
I love the laziness
of a Fall Sunday morning
especially hearing soft windless rain
against my windowpanes
Nature can be so orderly at times
not so with lazy rain
there is no pattern
there is no rhythm
no expectations
only splatters of carefree gentleness
we need more of that
Old Man in a Rocking Chair
The rocking chair creaks the worn porch
The rocking is slow, steady, rhythmic and sure
An empty milk bowl wobbles, licked by a hungry cat
The old man shivers under a flannel blanket, heaving sighs
His aged flesh knowing ambivalence of years gone, gone, gone
An empty gaze, a wizened face, a soul shrouded by numbness of old age
Alone, clutching scattered memories faded by a wandering mind
A flock of geese in perfect V formation pass overhead, heralding migration
The cat jumps on the old man’s lap, its eyes fixed, beseeching more milk
Staring at the worn porch, the old man longs for those days of having “a full plate”
a helping hand
when you look into a child’s eyes
there is a glint of curiosity
a fresh new brilliance
a gleaming
a search
for the truths of knowledge
a worthy pursuit
to be nurtured
encouraged
giving a helping hand
becoming the trailblazer
through the child’s lush, forested future
sparkling their wondrous imagination
staying the shiny path
flourishing wisdom
dreams
ambitions
growth
of a bountiful
diverse
garden of life
to be well tended
Morning’s Quiet
the quiet sounds of morning
an alluring stillness
a silent flood of ground frost
sparkling imaginations
enchanting prism colors of radiant sunbeams
songbirds trill, warble, singing a morning melody
rabbits leave a trail in frosted grasses
vigilant Cooper’s hawk stares and launches a talon attack
day’s cycle begins full of chaos, beauty and random happenings
morning’s quiet overcome by Life coming alive
Nature’s creatures begin a journey
as do each of us
there will be joy, there will be sadness, there will be unknowns
a baby will cry but not know why
a child will laugh, laugh, and laugh
lovers will embrace
aged will reminisce
at day’s end the Sun will set into a starry dark sky
a breeze will refresh night’s cool air
sounds will gently stir then go silent as an owl
all await
morning’s new quiet
