January 10, 2010
January 10, 2010
January embers
Nestled in the hearth
Fueling warmth in our souls
Deep is the winter
For those kept apart
Smoldering love’s captive coals
The winter offers
Little reprieve
From the harsh and swirling chill
February sweets
Tucked under sleeve
As a lover’s delight to fulfill
March breathes renew
Into creatures of slumber
The stirring of motherly natures
Sanguine in spring
The seeds in their umber
Draw up to the season’s allures
Showers converge
Clean fills the senses
Foliage sprouts verdant and lithe
April’s ballet
Through flowery fields
Our sprits encouraged and blithe
May in the slender
Satchel of flowers
Offered to maids in waiting
Suitable tenders
To active desires
Drawn to the pull of the baiting
Lemonade stands
And grasshopper songs
Inspire warm summer musings
June passes slowly
Active and long
To the whim of every soul’s choosing
July soon arouses
Sweat to the brow
As picnics alight on the lawn
Sprinkler rainbows
And firework shows
Carry our courage along
The dog days of summer
Stifle our hearts
We long for the beach and a beer
August vacations
Humid and hot
Alas, a new season draws near
September sends us
Back into schedule
Summer fades slowly away
Rough leather pigskin
The crack of the bat
Warriors resume the year’s play
Autumn leaves
Crackle and fold
Full of fiery brightness
October breezes
Chilly and bold
Our shadows blown steeply behind us
November passes
With giving of thanks
Providing a measure of asking
What does it matter
When passion is frank
And love is not lost in the masking?
Rain and snow
And days of fog
The fleeting of daylight and time
December passes
With festivals bright
And notions of treasures and pine
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August 24, 2009
August 31, 2008
It is the second day of the 3-day Labor Day weekend. It seems like not 5 minutes or so ago I was opening the fridge and saying to myself: “Wow, I’ve got 3 days off.” But that was yesterday. And this is today.
We do our grocery shopping on Fridays. But this past week we replenished our supplies on Thursday so that we could maximize the time for the long weekend. But come Tuesday, it will have gone by too fast. And even though the next work week will only be 4 days long, it will seem longer.
You might think that I set this all up in my head so it is a self-fulfilling prophecy. Really? Remember how long days lasted when you were a child? How long it took to grow up? And once you did, how fast it has all passed to where you are now?
I’ve heard it said that the mind reflects each day in relation to your total experience. As you age, each day, each hour, each minute becomes a smaller and smaller portion of your total experience. Thus, time seems to go faster as you get older.
Watch the clock, and the hands barely move. Take your eye off it, and they spin like roulette wheels. And if you are having fun? It is practically over before it started.
I’m a few months shy of 40. It seems like I just turned 30. But somewhere long ago, the days stretched out like warm taffy, the grasshoppers trilled under the fat summer sun, and the air was saturated with the heady odor of dry grass and dusty earth. I rode my bike through my childhood with little thought to the passage of my youth and felt secure in the thought that things would always be as they were. That friendships and family would last forever. That 40 years old was as much of an understandable concept as a trillion dollars or a billion suns.
Oh, look. It’s 11am. And this is already the end of another blog posting. Once in a lifetime.
