Twinkle Lights

wpid-wp-1447634339328.jpgStars twinkle brightly
In the winter sky as a
Freak storm drifts on by.

On the horizon,
Christmas lights blink a merry
Greeting from the fields

As the turbines spin
Round and round, dancing away
The glorious night.

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Summer’s Gift

The sun shines bright on
This crisp autumn day as the
Leaves from the trees fly

Quickly my way on
Summer’s dying breath, one last
Gift before winter.

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Silver Waves

foggyroadThe mist rolled in from the fields in great silvery waves, swallowing everything in its path. Sea, sky, land – nothing was spared. I sat upstairs, watching from my window as the fog consumed the world, and wondered why, if the curse was broken, everything continued to fade away.

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The Oaks

IMG_20141028_132905And now, a story in four little sentences:

A ring of gnarled oaks encircled an ancient house on a lonely hillside. Their tangled arms clawed the sky in supplication to the night, begging her to stay, to keep them hidden from the blinding brightness of the day. But when at last Dawn broke over the horizon, their leafy robes burst into flames, and they rained droplets of fire as the morning star watched from on high.

Afterward, when the sun had adjourned its heavenly travels and night fell once more, the trees wept in their lover’s cold embrace and wondered why, when the air turned crisp, she always let them burn.

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Melancholy Autumn

The change in weather’s had a wonderful effect on my imagination. Here for you, then, is an almost-sonnet (almost because the rhyme scheme isn’t quite right and my head hurts too much to make it work) that I hope you’ll enjoy.

IMG_20140305_084531Where once the summer breeze
Blew soft and sweet,
Now the winter wind
Whips leaves around my feet.

Where once the summer sun
Shone brightly in the sky,
Now the winter clouds
Freeze the tears within my eye.

Where once the summer lark
Sang sweetly in my ear,
Now the winter crow
Screams at me in fear.

Lovely summer, why must you go,
And leave me frozen in the snow?

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Fall Ribbons

Ribbons of black slide
Through the fields, binding green and
Gold together,

A tapestry of
Fall-colored stained grass art meant
To brighten the world.

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A letter to my son

Today, I send my darling baby boy out into the big, wide world. Next year his little brother, Thumper, will follow him, but I don’t want to think about that just yet. For now, I’m just trying to get through today…

Dearest Cricket,

I cannot believe you’re starting kindergarten today. It seems like only yesterday that we brought you home from the hospital, home to the proudest big brother and sister this family has ever seen. It seems like only yesterday that you started walking, started talking, started sleeping through the night.

It seems like only yesterday, but of course, it wasn’t.

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It was six years, one month, and twenty-six days ago. Hardly yesterday, and yet it doesn’t seem like it was so very long ago. How the time flies!

You looked so grown up this morning as you headed out the door in your new school clothes. Your rockin’ Ninja Turtle backpack looked almost as big as you as we walked down the driveway to meet the bus, and your hand in mine felt so very small.

But I know you’ll be fine. You’re in good hands. You have a fantastic teacher and a wonderful school, and I know you’ll have fun. I know you’ll talk my ear off when I pick you up tonight. I hope you’ll stay excited about school, because today is the first of many first days for you, my boy, and I hope they’ll all be as much fun as this day. I hope you’ll make lots of new friends, the kind that will stay with you for thick and thin through the rest of your life.

Most of all, I hope you’ll never forget that no matter how old you are, you will always be my little Cricket. I love you, buddy.

Love,

Mommy

How did you handle your kids leaving for school?

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Flying Free

Today I’m sharing my final poem for the Writing 201 challenge. It’s a sonnet on something that brings me much pleasure, though I’m pretty sure I failed at the apostrophe aspect of the challenge. Still, this poem practically wrote itself, which has never happened to me with a sonnet before. 🙂

I do so love breezy fall days.

I do so love breezy fall days.

It’s really quite a beautiful day,
Despite the wind that blows.
It may not be the breath of May,
But at least it isn’t snow.
The wind, of course, blows lots of things,
Not least among them leaves,
Bright orange, red, and golden things
Which chatter as they flee their trees.
Higher and higher do they swirl
As October’s breath lifts them up on high;
Faster and faster do they twirl
As those below them watch and sigh.
Such sweet pleasure watching leaves gives me
That I long to join them in the heavens, flying free.

What about you – do swirling leaves bring a smile to your face? What’s your favorite time of year?

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The Sewer Gas Ballad

So today I was supposed to write a ballad about my neighborhood.  I spent all day thinking and plotting and trying to rhyme before finally coming up with this gem:

The lunch bell rang, and 
So I departed,
And that was when
The smell got started.

I emerged from a
Wonderful lunch-time break
To find that the office
Smelled unbelievably rank.

Was the bathroom to blame?
It’s certainly gas…