Seasons

Kitchen is for Dancing


We were young

Music was in our feet.

My older sister and I

left with the chores

of the evening after dinner

to clean the kitchen.

We would wash the dishes

And as we did, we danced.

Rock and roll

And beach music,

the shag was the rage,

linoleum floor.

Our grandparent’s home

and white wash cupboards.

a small kitchen table

With a swinging door to the dining room.

A door we kept closed

So we could dance to the radio

Sitting on the yellow table

Loud enough to get by …

not loud enough to get caught

Elvis, the Beatles and Buddy Holly

Transformed into our bandstand

As we found ourselves dancing

In grandma’s kitchen …

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Father Time


Father Time returns

Another year older

His beard whiter

The weather much colder .

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Tea


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.

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Young Goblins


The moon is out

The ghost about

In this soon to be

🎃 Halloween.

I run in fright

In the night

And hope to not be seen.

But the Casper winks

The pumpkins blink

As I pass the hallow team

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Morning


Stretching so far

I try to see

the dark coal sky

hanging over me.

Constellations I recognize

spatter light in my eyes.

Laughing they drop

right before the horizon

turns crimson red.

I see the universe go on ahead.

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Colors


I was running and

Passed a fence and saw color

sun crest, reflection.

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Memorial Day


Weekend Speckled white and ash

Contrast green and soldiers seen

In uniform past.

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Spring Again


The sky begins

To rumble

The earth breaks

And begins to crumble

Bulbs push up

To soak in rain

And signs now show

Spring returned again

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On the road again and going to go strong 🏃‍♀️


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.

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