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
Thin morning clouds
hovered and grew
Thunder muttered
Rain spattered then
poured in sheets
Fragments of blue sky
peered through ~
gone in an instant
air fragrant with moisture
Evening clouds
ride high and spent.
“I love the smell right after a storm.”
~ Elijah Wood
Over the wires
Balcony cleared
~~~
Clouds gather
Yellow sky
Air smells of rain
~~~
Energy tightens
My body thrills
“Then the storm broke, and the dragons danced.”
~ George R.R. Martin, “Fire & Blood”
I like Sundays.
In old memories.
attitudes shifted for
that Sunday moment.
A feeling of more
air to breathe.
I’ve not been
in a church
for many years,
but the silence is
a morning hymn.
I like Sundays.
“In the midst of the storm, your life boat appears. A psalm,
a hymn, a word…calming the fiercest winds of the soul.”
~ Roderick l. Evans, author
Relax and breathe ~
when your heart is crying,
when the world is too heavy,
when the wind is too wild
~ it seems impossible.
It is the only solution
when we know that
we are no bigger
than the air in our lungs
~ then it is time to
breathe deeply and relax.
“Your breath is your best friend.”
~ Professor Ramchandra Gandhi,
Philosopher and teacher
When the sky is so blue
it hurts your eyes
When the air is so cold
it burns your breath
When the snow fills the lace
of the trees
When the sun is so bright
it blinds you
It is winter.
“Nothing burns like the cold.”
~ George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
Air muggy and thick
Roses bejewelled with
shining raindrops
“We’re as ephemeral as raindrops.
We all fall, and we all land somewhere.”
~ Robert Charles Wilson, author
going for a walk tonight.
Not because it was evening,
but because it had been raining.
Grey skies and rain are not the
best companions for a walk.
But the rain had stopped.
I’d only be out for a short walk.
I had promised myself……..
the air was soft and cool,
the rain merely a mist
so fine it was invisible,
only made real by its
gentle caress on my cheeks,
and dark spatter on grey cement
Hints of new growth on bushes
and greening grass was a gift.
“Sometimes people don’t understand the promises
they’re making when they make them.”
~ John Green, The Fault in our Stars
Sparkle and crunch ~
scrape and fling
snow dust dances
on the night air
Sparkle and crunch ~
scrape and fling
snow dust settles
into winter-bare trees
Sparkle and crunch ~
scrape and fling
snow dust cleared ~
’til the next fall of snow
“A lot of people like snow. I find it to be
an unnecessary freezing of water.”
~ Carl Reiner
Air seems clearer when
sunshine releases
ice from shore
Air seems clearer when
a simple thank you
is sufficient.
“Gratitude bestows reverence…changing forever
how we experience life and the world.”
~ John Milton
