A Warm, November Day

 

The gift of a warm, November day.

Dark shadows upon the 

     luminescent waters, at bay. 

Trees, wrapped in colors, 

               not ready to let go.

Like a worn-in sweatshirt, 

    the gray, 

          hovering clouds 

embrace my soul.  

The gift of a warm, November day.  
Scattered pictures,
     sprinkled in dust
                  - leading the way.
Rusty sounds beneath my tired,
          yet humbled feet.
Earth's awakening -
                    once again,
                          I feel complete.  

   
                   ~ Leslie Morrissette

Avoiding "Reality"

Pregnant AND a teenager?
     Fake boobs?
Pumped up lips?
     Loser boyfriend?
Don't get along well with others?
     Throw temper tantrums?
Drink too much?
     Take too many drugs?
Spend too much money?

You, TOO, can have your own "reality" television show,
     where all of this behavior is GLORIFIED
                                                     and GLAMORIZED
                                                                   and CELEBRATED!
 
The other day, one of my preschoolers told me about the episode of
     "Little House on the Prairie" she had seen the night before.
I wanted to pick her up and hold her in that moment forever. 
Oh, how I sometimes miss Charles and Caroline, Mary and Laura, and their dog, Jack! 

Kiwi

Kiwi.

Green, like the crystal clear Caribbean waters - Kiwi.

Soft breeze gently blows,  

               warm sun - kissing my nose, 

          white sand tickles my toes . . . 

Kiwi.