Month: November 2021

I woke in morning light

Looked upon the sky

Bowed my head in reverence

In nature I abide .

CMM. 2021

If ever there was a pleasure

that I would wish for thee.

It would be the solitude

of an afternoon tea.

I would bring the kettle

and a biscuit for you.

You would bring the tea

and we would begin to brew.

As we pour our cups

to the top of the brim.

We would take our ginger man

and laugh as it dips in.

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We walked the dusty street,

Leaves have blown against the cracks

Stores and restaurants show signs of stress.

Some venders closed for certain days 

Others open with StreetSide cafes in front.

Others boarded up with RIP signs, now, ‘Closed.’

People’s smiles are still covered with mask

Some fun, some just black or white

So, you look at the eyes to see, if they are smiling. 

Sometimes you think they are 

Sometimes you are pretty sure they are not.

But you smile anyway and hope they noticed.

I see the sweet owner with her blonde hair

Step out to freshen the café tables 

She is only a shadow of her old self.  

She has lost weight but still just as lovely

Her spring dress is apron adorned.

She busies herself, she survived.   

The trees line the streets in autumn

The dead leaves continue to fall 

Symbolic of the last 18 months.

The wind has a familiar air of a post war, 

a time where everything was changed

A time now, where it will never be the same.

I walk with a friend who knew the before 

She now feels the after 

We, stop to shop for Christmas

We smile and remember 

We talk of hope and December 

And for a moment, we feel a healing touch.

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I poured my tea

And let it rest upon the fireplace.

I sat close by to stay warm

The embers glow on my face.

The storm just close enough

to warn that it is near and cold.

Staying far away

the clouds are gray and bold.

I return to the warmth

and start to drink my tea

It is the safety of my home

that truly comforts me.

CMM @ 2021