To gather strength at days end
signals a laying down
of worries, joys and hopes.
All temporary ~
for rest and sleep take
a different energy that
covers me like a warm blanket. Streets grow quiet,
The building settles with faint creaks, and simple sleep is welcomed.
“There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.”
~Homer, The Odyssey
Purple and bright
the ornamental plum trees
release them to the sidewalk
unless a bird or squirrel
samples nature’s wares.
As I walk I am graced
above and below
with the offerings.
Not always pleased by
those little purple plums
on the sidewalk, squished
by the many passers by,
I can’t avoid contributing to
the purple nubbly carpet.
“I think of trees and how simply they let go.”
~ May Sarton,
novelist, poet and memoirist
(1912 ~ 1995)
My stomach twists
when I feel my age -
at least my body’s age;
my mind juggles all the
what if’s and want to’s
that jostle for attention.
Age just keeps aging!
Want to’s take energy.
Makes things a bit off kilter.
So I’ll just march on
even if it is a bit slower
~ some days.
“As you get older, you don’t get wiser. You get irritable.”
~ Doris Lessing, author
(1919 ~ 2013)
