Toasted

February 13, 2016

Bringing our yesterday’s 

into today is no mean feat. 

Too often we drag our 

worries along with us. 

But this bit of writing

has little to do with worries. 

It’s about toast. 

Not the toast of clinking glasses, 

but the first slice of 

toasted homemade bread.

Butter melting on crisped 

brown bread, topped with honey. 

If some worry has wormed 

it’s way into the morning ~ 

a good crunch on the toast

may take the chew out of it.

“I always like toast in a crisis.”

~ James Goss, Doctor Who: Dead Air

Author's note: photo from February 13, 2016 

Not Always Dramatic

Eyes wide open to each day 

a strange second chance 

to do what? 

Do all the same routine things 

as the day before. 

Or is the second chance 

a gift to see beauty, 

  to hear life’s rhythms, 

to feel from the tips of toes 

to the top of the head, 

  to be aware once again 

that this day is ours to shape. 

“We’re given second chances every day of our life. 

We don’t usually take them but they’re there for the taking.”

~ Andrew M. Greeley

(1928 ~ 2013)

Vestiges of Yesterday's Storm

June 16, 2525

Today  

 Arrogant puffed up clouds 

  roamed the skies 

sunshine glanced 

  through 

patches of blue, 

 

Grey undersides 

  reminded

of their promise.

Vestiges of yesterday’s storm 

  wandered 

    gathered 

Rain splashes

   abruptly, 

at their whim.

Evening air 

  cold ~ damp 

refreshing

Even now

 thunder grumbles 

in the distance

“There is peace even in the storm.”

~ Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh

Author’s note:  I did not get a photograph of today’s skies, 

but located this photo from June 16, 2025.