Adversity enhances this tale we call life.
Don’t just sit there
If life is good, don’t just sit there — dance!
If life’s not so good — dance even more.
Pinot noir
Wine, she serenades me
with her first fragrant glass
purring plush purple poetry
Tra la la la la, tra lee!
She dances in vinous metre
in a second fermented flute
trilling tipsy-turvy tunes
Tra la la la la, tra leee!
Sip slosh, now she mumbles
bottle buzzing on pour three
a faint intoxicated harmony
Tra la la la la, tra leeee!
Ruminate
Regrets —
those ghosts
of action
that haunt
our thoughts
Giving
Mothers are the vital warmth of sun — and they are the comforting coolness of shade.
Ever finding
Always remember lost, so that you don’t take for granted found.
Ruffled
Frustration is anger caged in impatience.
Breathing & stuff
Clutter smothers. Simplicity breathes.
Every dawn
Dawn is the glow of opportunity, the light of a fresh start, the aurora of hope breaking open a new day.
Emily’s dash
Say what! You mean
That’s not why they call it an
Em dash? — those Dickinson
Hyphens between?
Well lit
A school library is the brightest beacon of youthful hope.
A public library is the brightest beacon of community hope.
A local library is the brightest beacon of global hope.
Seasons’ greetings
some trees re-leaf in the blink of an eye
the instant that winter first hesitates —
and some wait till a quarter of summer
History & destiny
The past can’t see you, but the future is listening.