survival

I ran this morning

On ice and snow

The trees glisten

The ice fairies glow

I hear the geese

Sound celebration

The storm is gone

Now jubilation

As I crunched

My shoes as I run

I looked up to see

A heart shaped sun

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Barrenness season

Frigid reminder of loss

Temporarily …

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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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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.’

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One tree this year.

A time to remember.

We miss our loved ones

In this Covid December .

We will not forget

We are still in hope.

While many have lost

and now have to cope.

We light the candles

We cut the cake.

Pray for the lost,

different memories we make.

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A quick jaunt in early morning

Time was on my side

A holiday wish with all our warnings

Good wishes do abide 🙏

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.

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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

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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

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The fire is lit

The fall has come

The days grow short

At the setting sun

The witches howl

The children play

Sweaters are worn

For the chilly days

Time will rearrange

As seasons show off

The colors change

© CMM 2020