Posted in Double Syllable Lune

This Evening

Empty chairs

All’s that left now is

Empty Chairs

Minutes before

They held my dear ones

Time moves

Swiftly, savor it

Double Syllable Lune

Tonight my grand-daughter and her boyfriend came over for supper. We ate, had cake for dessert, played cards, talked and laughed. The two hours of time went by so quickly. After they said their goodbyes, I looked around at the empty chairs and quiet house and was reminded how fast time goes.

Thankful for the memories.

Posted in Choka

Yesterday’s Sunshine

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.

Posted in Choka, December 2019

365 Gifts of Time

Original Enhanced Oil Slick photo by Leona J. Atkinson ©️2019
Original Enhanced Oil Slick photo by Leona J. Atkinson ©️2019

Once again we say

Goodbye to another year lived

We look back at days

The precious jewels of time

They live in our mind

Shining, jaded, memories

Remain, we reflect

Upon the good and bad days

Gone forever from us

Choka

Posted in Butterfly Cinquain, July 2019

A Leaf in Summer

Brown dried up leaf in summer

Out of place?

Out of season?

A misfit in my path?

Or a reminder sent by God?

A note

To awaken me to count the days,

Wasting not a moment?

“Redeem the time”

He says.

Butterfly Cinquain

“Even in our best shape we are a brittle piece of mortality. Your life is a breath, don’t waste it.” —LeCrae

Posted in February 2019, Syllabic Verse

Count The Days

Roses and rose petals on ground at the Rose Garden in Portland, OR
Roses and rose petals on ground at the Rose Garden in Portland, OR—June 2012

We count our life in years,

But what about the days?

All the seconds of life?

Cherish all the minutes.

It’s in those moments,

Memories are made,

Chances are taken,

Changes often happen.

Treasure every breath.

Celebrate each day.

Give thanks for your life.

Syllabic Verse

My grand-daughter messaged me today to tell me I have lived 27,365 days so far! Where did all those days go?

It seems a lot longer when you view your life as days rather than years!

It’s pretty amazing to think about, and so inspired the thoughts for this poem.

Posted in Acrostic, July 2018

YESTERDAYS

Pieces of Yesterday, puzzle pieces,

Years, Tears, and Fears

Evaporated and gone.

Seasons and Reasons in

Time have passed on.

Each moment now spent

Reliving them is pointless.

Days of old are done,

All just memories of the Past.

Yearning won’t bring them back.

Seek today and live!

Acrostic