literature

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

If you follow my blog

And I hope you do

I want to thank you !

Autumn has come

The leaves are turning

Covid 19 is still churning

Politics raging

Nothing to do

But vote, it depends on you

We will still wake

On November the 4th

We will still as people go forth

With a run and a prayer

And awaking to hope

Our people will survive and cope

Green and orange

River still flows

🏃‍♀️ Runners still forge and know

If we get up

And go on

The road is there

To make it a strong

©. CMM. 2020

I was trying to run the hill

When stopped by waiting still

was a lovely deer curious of me.

And I looked closely to see,

the beauty of nature, a sight

a pause , and then took flight

©. CMM 2020

Light breaks into sound

Birds sing territorially

Soon drowned out by humanity.

© CMM 2020

I woke to listen

to a long time friend; sister.

She is on her way

to the hospital today

to be at her husband side.

copyrighted:  2020

Blue Hues spill into

A river that has been and

Will be pass all in time

My feet clips into the cement

Drumming the rise of the sun

As the river’s fog dances with the tide.