one of those days
heavy
sluggish
With a to-do list
not so long
nothing earth shattering
clutter and numbers to deal with
But on one of these days
when I want to push it all aside
I begin with breakfast and a nap
‘til a fragile bit of energy
lets me address the numbers
the clutter much later …………
“The most radical act is sometimes to refuse to be hurried.”
~ Lawrence Nault, Canadian author and filmmaker
Furies of wind tossed
winter debris hither and yon
threatened to make kites
of dust covers
in yards and balconies
danced with branches
freed into airborne rain
new leaves opened
into the wet wildness
squirrels, cats and birds
abandoned sidewalks and trees
electric technologies snatched
into silent darkness
neighbours together-ed
for reassurance and laughter.
“Wind tries to show Tree how to run wild.
Tree: “I cannot leave this place.”
Wind: “Then let’s dance.”
~ Terri Guillemets, writer
Over the wires
Balcony cleared
~~~
Clouds gather
Yellow sky
Air smells of rain
~~~
Energy tightens
My body thrills
“Then the storm broke, and the dragons danced.”
~ George R.R. Martin, “Fire & Blood”
