A chilly blustery day as I warm myself
in front of early morning fire.
The dark mornings and quiet house
lends me to reflect.
We are in tumult times of discord,
turmoil and a horrible virus.
My prayer is somehow this changes
and we wake in early morning healed.
©. CMM 2020
The little goblins have left their mark
their ghastly decor glows in the dark
They are prepared for the spooky nights,
witches and ghost and lots of frights.
The purple haze glows all about,
cider brews until it is stout
Soon the long waiting will abate
days grow shorter, darkness stays late.
So walk among the Halloween’s play
Come and see but do not stay.
It is meant to make you scared
for all the ‘trick or treats’ who dare.
© CMM 2020
Tom Sawyer would be proud
Of the curiosity he shows
His wonder and discovery
A small rock he throws
Standing an looking
He thinks once more,
To collect another rock and
throws off to distant shore.
Dedicated to my Grandson
© CMM 2020
I heard an owl outside my window
Breaking dark and morning flight
Then another answers soon after
Together harmony hooting quiet
A leaf is heard falling softly
Autumn speaks a gentle sound
Lagging song bird breaks the silence
And I am the only one around
Rustic red donned the tree tops
Top to bottom as they fall
Sweet farewell for winters coming
Leaving the trunk standing tall
￼copyright: CMM 2020
Nature is rowdy this morning
Autumn wears many faces
As the mornings lift
Into fog and mist.
Leaves now shuffle in sound
Dry enough to drop
Below the mothering tree.
Cool breeze will make way
To a warmer day
Reluctant to begin.
Black walnuts fall below
Your feet in surprise
Causing this runner to skip
By so not to fall…
©. CMM. 2020
I run 🏃♀️ below and above
the sun’s beginnings.
The dewed fog moistens drying fields
and glistens with prisms reflecting.
The quiet is loud as my jaunt shuffle
interrupts nature’s morning’s stage.
An uninvited guest, I slip by,
sun presses my face with warm rays
as the glare squints my eyes to see,
and I am ushered on.
©. CMM 2020
Her faithful wish each day
her green socks and pink sparkle shoes
Would always stay
On her feet looking down
She would see magic in her green socks
And sparkles all around
Her Mom would ask
Let’s take the shoes off for a while
It will help them last
The Princess looked away
Very surprised and shook her head
” no, thank you , not today”
CMM. © 2020
The sacred moments
A time of you
A cup of cider
A thought renewed