A Certain Grace

Evening is upon me when

the day’s fluff has settled, 

books about writing studied, 

writing projects worked on,

everything organized from 

nutmeg to income tax papers, 

clean sheets on my bed, 

round of exercises done 

I've taken care of my home. 

with a certain grace. 

At one time I would moan and groan 

about boring housework.  

Often do sometimes, a useless habit

but time and space for designing 

how to care for my own home 

has almost changed my perspective.

“There were times, indeed, when the vigor she put into her work was 

more of a relief to her feelings that it was an ardor to efface dirt….”

~ Eleanor H. Porter,  Pollyanna, 1912

(1868 ~ 1920)

The Chill of Winter

I knew it was coming

 ~ the chill of winter 

 

snow lined bare, black branches 

  left little doubt 

~ yet graceful, elegant in 

     cold foggy morning air. 

What I wasn’t prepared for?

   what do I wear outside today?

And where is everything?

  Do I wear snow boots?

It was all there…..in the closet

    ~ packed away last spring.

Bundled up, boots on ~ I walked 

 into the chill and damp of winter.

“Organizing is what you do before you do something, 

so that when you do it, it’s not all mixed up.”

~ A.A.Milne, playwriting, poet

Fine Threads

There is no grace to worry, 

setting it back of mind 

until a solution is found, 

But a worry has fine threads 

wrapped ‘round it

~ how do I know? 

When the trouble spot, 

like a stone in my shoe 

has been fixed, 

the threads break in relief,

the pesky stone is tossed away

That’s where grace is felt.

“What’s the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile.”

~ George Henry Powell, songwriter

(1880 ~ 1951)