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A Bit of Grandma’s Wiisdom

Once, as autumn was blowing away

on  crunchy brown leaves,

and frost had appeared, taking the last asters,

I sat on my porch, shivering,

thinking how long it was until spring.

I longed for daffodils,

and warm breezes.

I looked deep inside and realized

that I longed for my past.

When my kids were little,

before I lost my son and health.

When my marriage made me smile.

When I was young.

Then two of my grandsons ran up the street.

They hugged me so tight,

“I love you, Beebee” they smiled.

And I smiled too.

I remembered my grandma used to say,

“We should never wish time away.”

She lived to be 96 years old.

She was so brave and so wise.

I smiled and hugged my grandsons,

and tried to appreciate the biting winds

yet to come before daffodils.


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Autumn

Autumn’s fingers poke into
blue skies, coloring trees
crimson, orange, yellow and gold,
dusting them with wealth,
expectation of change this time of year.
Frost soon,
gregarious announcer of winter
hunches with gray shoulders as
if it were a cat stretching. An odd
justice creeps over the land,
killing summer, erasing fall, and
lighting the landscape with white
moments.
No
October treasure remains.
Pilfered, we trudge on toward December
quietly, steadily, with
ragged
slicing
teeth cutting into growth
under the snows.
Violence erupts, blizzard
winds whip with
extraordrinary power,
yammering temperatures to
zero.


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Love on the Wind

The sound of waves hitting the shore combined with a sharp wind. It was the perfect picture of life at the junction of the  water and sand. Two sea gulls sat together on the sand, One seemed injured, the other, taking short flights and diving at minnows in the shallows left by low tide.

I was witnessing the caring of natures partners. One gull rose on the wind and dove into the water, coming up with a wiggling minnow. She waddled to her partner and pushed the food into his mouth. He hobbled, then swallowed. She flew into the wind.


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Shhh

I intended to post this here to begin with, but messed up.  Still getting used to being back, and there are changes to WordPress since I’ve been away that are tripping me up a bit as well. Anyway, I went to reblog it and accidentally reblogged it to my blog too. LOL…so I’m posting it here too.  I WILL get used to this again. :)

Shhh

 

Amid the silence

Soft whispers of wind

Soothe my restless soul


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Christmas Trip

We leave Sun. for the airport where we’ll stay overnight at a nearby airport hotel for our Mon. morning 10:30 flight to North Carolina, where we’ll be visiting my brother, sister-in-law, and their grandson for eight days over Christmas. We are supposed to get several inches of snow tonight plus high winds, resulting in blizzard conditions. Of course our school-age grandchildren are hoping they’ll have a snow day tomorrow. So far it has rained, but as of late this afternoon/early evening the snow and wind are supposed to whip up into quite a storm. I’m just hoping we can “get out of Dodge” in spite of the dire weather predictions.

My brother tells me that the weather in NC is in the 50s, and that sounds downright springlike to me. We will celebrate Christmas with them on Monday evening, Christmas Eve, with food and gifts. We will spend the weekend at my brother’s cabin in VA, and on Dec. 26, I will be meeting someone you all know.

He and I will be going to music stores to look for sheet music for songs he especially likes, like “Crazy” (of Patsy Cline fame), “Take Me Out to the Ball Game,” “Irene, Goodnight,” “When You’re Smilin’,” “This Land is Your Land,” and others. He likes Jimmy Durante, Woody Guthrie, the Kingston Trio, Peter, Paul and Mary, and similar artists. He’s so excited to do this, and it will be fun to explore music stores that have good selections.

He has recently been working on “Amazing Grace.” He wanted to learn it “for Mom,” and that motivation has shot him forward at a super pace. He’s working on the very last measures right now, and by day’s end he’ll have it all. Mom died 17 1/2 years ago, and one of the songs I played at her memorial service was “Amazing Grace.” He’s not particularly into songs that reflect a spiritual message, but he wanted to learn it because it was one of the requests she made of me for the music at her service.

His wife has been out of town for nearly a month, taking care of her 90 year-old father, and she’s due home Sat. There are ten children in the family, and they’re each taking a month to stay with him before he has to go into a care home. His wife passed away about a year and a half ago, and the kids are caring for him now.

Anyhow, my sister-in-law has no idea that Tom has been working on “Amazing Grace,” so it will be a complete surprise for her when she gets home.

I’m so looking forward to our trip. We celebrated our family Christmas here on Sunday, and now we get to have another one. How fun is that?

Christmas tree


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December

Talk to me, December.
Tell me where you hid the green.
What secrets do you hold inside your mittens,
under your hat?
You practice your seasonal math,
knowing the requirement for fourths.
Stick branches poke into the skies,
licorice or clarinet against the grayish-blue.
You hum your melodies composed of wind,
surprise us with the first fresh fall of snow.
December, culmination of the warming,
warmed, then cooled, now cold.

 

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