Embers
A Day to remember
In winter’s dark embers
With the cold at your feet.
A saint in the past
Made sure love would last
So now we give roses and sweets.
CMM ©2021
Cold Run
Cold Mornings
I was out for a frigid cold jaunt.
The sky hung distant stars’ reflections.
The streets were full of shadows and Old antebellum buildings with long porches,
aged trees stood guard in the yards.
I heard a truck slow down as it passed.
The gentleman opened his car window. “ are you ok?” He asked.
“Yes, thank you.” I replied. He started to pull off and stopped.
“ Do you need a ride?” He asked again. “No, no thank you.” I responded .
He waved and continued on his way.
I never felt threatened, his demeanor felt safe.
However, I had to ponder about his concern.
I suppose it seemed odd at 22 degrees and 4:30 in the morning someone out.
It was gentleman of him to be thoughtful.
I am certain I will be a conversation piece
—- the rest of the day.
Mia
She came to be
She sits to know
Her purpose true
As she shall grow
Into a mistress
Of many hearts
She is her own…
© CMM 2021
New Years Day
Breaking trail
the first day.
The year is now
a different number.
A cold night
a restless slumber.
2021 even sounds
better than before .
So slowly we open,
now close the door.
CMM. ©. 2021
Hand Me Downs
I was the one who they called the knee baby.
Not sure why , I am the one in the cap,
I stood as tall as the rest of my siblings.
I always had an impish smile; they said.
Worn out pants handed down by someone.
I never knew we were not rich.
My Grandparents never ‘let on.’
©. CMM. 2020
Looking in the Pages
Looking through pages
the freedom of the past.
Before the virus
came so fast.
It will be gone;
just hope and pray.
It won’t be long
we will see a new day.
© CMM. 2020
Eagle and Child Inkling 