At times
Memories surface
Arising from a sight,
Sound or smell, and “Remember when…”
We say
Cinquain
I just took an online class to create this “Laundry Day” collage and it sure did cause me to recall many memories of the times spent hanging clothes out on a clothesline when growing up in the 50’s in Illinois.
What if
The rocks could talk?
What stories could they tell,
Of where they’ve been and whom
They saw.
Cinquain
I arose early
But not before the sun
Opening the blinds
Revealed a gray squirrel
Burying his treasures
In my plants, (little rascal)
As the coffee perked
I watched events unfold
Sleep would’ve hidden from me
Maintenence man
Digging up the dead bushes
In my back yard
Birds chattering at stray cat
Cars passing by as
My little corner of world
Awakens to another
Day of life, unknowing what it
Will bring, we all grasp it with hope
Double Choka
Two paths lay before me
Where will they lead my feet
If I go left where will I be
Two paths lay before me
If I go right what will I see
I wonder if in the end both will meet
Two paths lay before me
Where will they lead my feet
Triolet
Yesterday’s sunshine,
Was washed away overnight.
Rain clouds now I see.
What difference a day makes!
Things change so quickly.
Moments turn to memories,
Reminding me to:
Capture the sunny days,
Before they fade away.
Choka
Yesterday was 72 degrees, sunny, no wind, and a wonderful day to be outside in nature. Today is 52 degrees, rainy, chilly and cloudy. A great day to huddle inside and read or write.
Therefore, I am thankful I was able to capture some of yesterday’s sunshine in the video above as I happened to be outside in the right place at the right time! 😊
This video is now delightful to watch on this rainy cloudy chilly day that has arrived. Hope it brightens your day also wherever you may be.
While walking thru life in these shoes
I saw things I didn’t want to see
Came upon things I didn’t choose
While walking thru life in these shoes
I walked away from things I hated to lose
Stood firm when when I wanted to flee
While walking thru life in these shoes
I saw things I didn’t want to see
Triolet
Yes, many things I’ve seen and done in my 75 years, but nothing has quite been like what I am seeing and experiencing now during this virus.
I pray all our shoes will stand strong so that we will all be walking away from this time in our lives healthy and free to really live life again in a world that is free from this terrible disease.
Heartprints
Everywhere
Left by those who care
Mean more than fingerprints or
Footprints
Cinquain
( I was surprised to see another heart shape in my path today as I walked thru the parking lot at my local grocery store. This one was just a dry patch in the wet blacktop, not sure how it came to be there but it caught my eye. The last heart shape I saw a couple weeks ago in the parking lot was created from gum or candy I think. Just amazing that I keep seeing these heart shapes in my path. Looks like someone is leaving heartprints! 😊 )
Reminds me of the beautiful poem I posted below by an Unknown Author . It’s titled “Heartprints”
Heartprints
Whatever our hands touch – we leave fingerprints!
On walls, on furniture, doorknobs, dishes, books – there’s no escape!
As we touch we leave our identity.
Oh God, wherever I go today, help me leave heartprints!
Heartprints of compassion, of understanding and love,
Heartprints of kindness and genuine concern.
May my heart touch a lovely neighbor, or a runaway daughter
or an anxious mother, or perhaps even a friend.
Lord, send me out today to leave heartprints.
And if someone should say “I felt your touch”,
May that one sense YOUR LOVE
Touching them through ME!
Author: Unknown
Basking in the warmth of her sunshine
I walked awhile with March
Dreaming of hot summer days
Until she led me through a glen
Where winds blew cold
Thru shaded trees
Where Winter
Hid Spring’s
Smile
Nonet
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. —Charles Dickens
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 