poet

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

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

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,

pause,

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

CMM ©2020

I started out cold

And began to run

Right before the rising sun

As I ran I did not mind

The chill turned into

A refreshing time

Of lights and trees

And autumn sounds

While Golden leaves

Fell on the ground

2020 © CMM