You often cause wonder and delight,
even on the days where I cannot see the light.
You, sky, remind me, I am just one being
in this vast and beautiful universe. Below you, I remain.
Humble and forgiven. Shining once again.
Because I see the wonder of this vast beautiful sunlit world.
She falls quietly
feathery cold blanket
muffling the sounds.
Creating a quiet
soothing world.
Even the birds
chirp in muffled tones.
Whispering their good mornings.
My foot falls are quiet, too.
Causing the soul to be heard.
Whispering her wisdom.
Letting nature seep in.
Quiet hush of snow.
One feathered friend
weathering this storm
hanging on
for the moment.
He seems content in his smile.
Waiting patiently for the snow to melt.
For warmer days and kids who play.
You end after today.
I have to say,
this is a year that strengthened faith.
Brought together and kept apart
all I care for in my heart.
It opened up a world I knew
could use a bit more love, it’s true.
So with a grateful heart I bid adu.
2021 you will be new.
What you bring I do not know.
With grace and ease you will flow.
the clouds surround your
full glorious mane of light
pause take in the sight
Oh, sky! Even you smile as the year ends.
Happy for new beginnings. New friends.
Maybe not all new everything, but some stuff
will surely change. Like all years which have past,
we smile on the memories, the moments, the things which last.
Waving a glorious goodbye to the rest of it. Oh, sky!
You say it all in your simple smile. It’s time.
Let’s go find those moments to smile.
Hiding behind the clouds,
You peek out to dip behind a tree.
Your playing here with me.
Oh, moon. How I need this!
The laughter and the fun. The hope
and joy of a simple game to spark a little fun.
The boys laugh and giggle.
Creating moments of connectedness
with one another. Not knowing
that in those interactions
I remember, years past,
when my brother and I laughed about
similar things. Oh how times change,
yet remain the same. My hope for these
two, is their laughter will carry them into
adulthood, for the bond to cement now,
and last their lifetime. So they know that no matter
what life has in store. They have each other to turn to.
Even if it is brief moments, full of silly laughter, to help
them through the days.
The moments string together
like garland strung on the tree
hanging a little lopsided as the holidays
start to complete. Strung in those moments
if we look closely, are all sorts of blessings:
cheers and glee, heartache and grief, sad melancholy,
moments of relief, strung tightly wound, fraying at places,
so beautifully arranged in other spots our hearts ache with glee.
All strung together to create life. Beautiful blessing bestowed.
Hearts overflow, break, fill, and overflow.
As it goes on, forever this way.
