Now close those drooping eyelids.
Now lay down your sleepy head.
Feel the gentle pull of darkness
as night spreads across the bed.
Feel the warmth beneath your blanket.
Feel contentment in your skin.
Feel the love that’s full around you.
Let the lullaby begin.
The dandelion simply grows.
It doesn’t ask permission.
It doesn’t hang back modestly
or go into remission.
It boldly thrusts its golden head
into the world around it —
broken pavement, hard-packed soil —
it thrives where e’er you found it.
The dandelion doesn’t hold
its bloom till things get better,
and makes a vibrant show of it
no matter dry or wetter.
A dandelion doesn’t wait
for ideal growth conditions,
or think that it should meekly
follow gardening traditions.
The dandelion grows and glows
and shares with all who see
the beauty of its yellow bloom —
a joy for you and me.
The Northwest rain is falling.
It’s a soft and gentle mist.
When it rains, we hardly notice.
When it’s dry, the rain is missed.
One thing I have learned is:
It takes courage to grow old.
It isn’t for the faint of heart,
but for the brave and bold.
It isn’t for the dilettante,
the delicate, the prissies.
Growing old is for the stalwart.
Growing old is Not for Sissies!
February’s shortest. Smallest.
Litt’lest of the bunch.
She comes and goes so quickly
that I sorta’ have a hunch
that the others could absorb her
and she’d simply disappear.
And all of us would just end up
with ‘leven months a year.
I’m looking for a hyacinth.
If I find one or two,
I’ll gladly take the hyacinth
and share its gift with you.
“If thou hast two pennies, with one buy bread. With the other, a hyacinth for thy soul.”
Variously attributed.
Sometimes hopes and dreams come true,
alive with joy and laughter.
And that is what I wish for you,
with Happy Ever After!
Today.
When I think about the people
who are gracious, good, and kind,
you are always ‘mongst the first names
to rise up into my mind.
Four daffodils thrust up their heads
and burst into full bloom!
It spreads a glow of golden light
through gray mid-winter’s gloom.
Those daffodils had best be wary.
This is all a little scary.
Don’t those blooming beauties know
it’s just the end of January?
It’s Groundhog Day.
It’s gloomy.
It is dismal, cold and wet.
But daffodils are blooming,
so the Springtime’s coming yet!
There’s a hint of cheerful sunshine
peeping through these clouds of gray.
Life is filled with hope around us
on this February Day.
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