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)

Dreams of the Dance

Music takes my mind away 

while my heart slows, 

my legs feel the dance.

I am Ginger Rogers 

in a gown of 

        gauze and sequins 

on a moonlit patio 

Gene Kelly leading me into a waltz. 

Breathing deeply, I open my eyes. 

My body still sways to the grace of dance.

“After all, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. 

She just did it backwards and in high heels.”

~ Ann Richards, retired politician, author

Author’s note: Ginger Rogers danced with both Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire