Yesterday remembers…
Entertaining choices….
Suspending time….
Time slipped….
Everything went…..
Recalling each…..
Dreading what…
Ambition to…..
Yawning despite…..
“I can’t go back to yesterday ~ because I was a different person then.”
~ Lewis Carroll, writer
(1832 ~ 1898)
All of my tomorrows
have yet to come
I can plan,
wish,
hope,
make my lists
but I’ll only know tomorrow
when it no longer has that name
when it has crept into today and
we awake to our choices in that real world.
“Reality is merely a illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”
~ Albert Einstein
What did I notice today?
In the heat
my time short
I didn’t pause,
but on the way back
I noticed it again ~
The heart shaped tree stump.
A tree cut almost down to the ground.
To count the fading rings ~ impossible
It showed me
the inner beauty of trees,
their hearts,
the wood, leaves and shade
we take so much for granted
lives, grows and breathes.
“A tree is beautiful, but what’s more, it has a right to life;
like water, the sun and the stars, it is essential.
Life on earth is inconceivable without trees.”
~ Anton Chekhov,
playwright, short story writer
(1860 - 1904)
A crack in the sidewalk,
jagged and out of place
and I asked myself why
it wasn’t neat and orderly.
The answer rose beside
the question: because the
earth moves. But it doesn’t
stop me from stepping over it
or for children to draw with
chalk for a game of hopscotch
A crack in the sidewalk, jagged
and in the place it was given.
“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.”
~ Dr. Seuss
Summer time ~
a world of tomorrows
when schedules melt
in the heat
shift and sway
with the wind to
relieve us of
a tedium that has
become too normal ~ when we
can go our own way like
a drive down a road dappled in sunlight,
past grasses and wheat fields,
stroll through a farmers’ market
share an outdoor concert with friends
or just relax on a beach while
children of all ages play in a crystal lake
to end the day in well earned sleep.
“Summertime is always the best of what might be.”
~ Charles Bowden, author
off nuzzling pollen from other
flowers in this Prairie garden,
these flowers are reaching,
ready to welcome them
when it’s time, while looking
stunning in the afternoon sun.
“The bees are summer-busy every sunny afternoon...”
~ Hal Borland, author, journalist, naturalist
(1900 - 1978)
An old white fan sits
swinging back and forth
to cool the room.
I do have a.c. but
love my little fan that
merely stirs the air
stagnant and stuffy with
summer heat. Its soft shush
as its breeze drifts across
the room is comforting.
How can something so simple
be so comforting?
It is one of those sounds
that has the same softness
as homemade bread,
a quilt made by a friend
or a tea kettle on the boil.
It’s just an old white fan.
“The air is all softness.”
~ John Keats
