Clouds In the West

Clouds are gathering
In the west. Will they bring naught,
Or more destruction?

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Stormy Peace

Though the thunder rolls
And the wind rages, I am
Filled with profound peace.

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Oh, Beautiful Day!

It’s a beautiful day
With the sun in the sky,
But I’m trapped at my desk,
Just wanting to cry.

But I can’t do that,
So instead I just sigh.

Tomorrow will be
Another beautiful day,
And if I’m lucky,
I’ll get to go out and play,

Or at least bask in the sun.
Either way, it’s sure to be fun!

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Bring Me Sunshine

How I long for the sun,
For the warm summer air
And a song on the breeze.

How I loathe the steel clouds,
The gray winter sky
And the icy cold rain.

Bring me sunshine,
Bring me joy,
Bring me starry, starry nights.

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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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Ten things

With Labor Day now but a memory, I feel it’s time to kick my blog back into high gear. And by high gear, I mean posting more than once a month.

Because, you know, I’m a writerly type. And writerly types write.



Okay, then. It’s been a while! I’m still trying to make my head stop spinning after the whirlwind that was my summer, which I truly can’t believe is over already. It’s true what they say – the older you get, the faster time passes. And with that in mind, here are some of the ways I spent my time this summer:

  1. Camping. A lot. Camping includes, but is not limited to, swimming, tubing, hiking, fishing, playing cards, roasting marshmallows, grilling, and touring maize mazes, nature centers, petting zoos, and museums.
  2. Not writing. I’m finally starting to feel the ideas…

Summer Brine

There’s salt in the air,
And butter;

The tangy brine of summer
Hangs heavy all around.

I can almost taste the sweet fresh corn,
Can almost feel the watermelon juice
Dripping down my chin.
The snap of fresh green beans
Rings loud across the yard,
An echo of summers gone,
Or maybe of summers yet to come.

There’s salt in the air,
And butter,

The tangy brine of summer,
And I am filled with joy.

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Last Breath

The sun shines brightly
Overhead, and the sky is
A beautiful blue.

But the air…it burns.
It crackles as it licks my
Arms and singes my

Skin. The air is thick.
Heavy. Oppressive. Crushing.
It steals every breath.

But the sun shines on.
And from behind closed windows,
It’s a lovely day.

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