A Memory of Today

Victoria Park, Regina, Saskatchewan

The heat offered me a bench in the park, 

a breeze at my back and 

a lingering summer day. 

Once more the calendar 

had been challenged by 

the shifting weather.  

Two errands completed, 

each with a good stroll between 

with a stop for lunch and tea. 

Businessmen and women, shoppers, 

and teens that should have been in school

walked and strolled, laughed and talked, 

read a book or just enjoyed the shaded sun 

for what has become a memory of today. 

“In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, 

to our memories, to the details around us.”

~ Virginia Woolf, writer

(1882 ~ 1941)

Simply Sleep

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

A Purple Carpet

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)