Author: maiamom

We usually have one season.

We call that season “Rain”.

It’s really very simple.

It rains, then it rains again.

These seasonal variations

add an odd complexity.

These places with four seasons

all seem very strange to me.

My little Mother taught me a lot

about Grace in growing old.

And her life lessons are

a help to me

in these days of Winter Cold.

Today I’m snowbound.

I just can’t go.

My world hit “pause”

with the winter snow.

I caught a Rainbow in my hand.

It didn’t want to stay.

It flashed its colors, fresh and bright,

and then it slipped away.

The quiet snow fell through the night.

I woke up to a world that’s white.

The snow keeps sifting, falling down….

…still and quiet….all around.

My middle name is “Sidetrack”

and I just can’t understand

why I cannot keep my focus

on the task that lies at hand.

I cannot stay attentive

to a single task I do.

I guess I’ve fallen victim

to the COVID Mental Flu.

Ed Rubatino’s trucks are out…

flexing mechanical muscle.

I won’t go for my walk today.

I’ve given up the tussle.

A lullaby is in the air.

It’s gentle notes surround me.

The lilt of a quiet lullaby

brings happiness around me.

…don’t have to fly away to foreign lands

or seek for Lands Enchanted….

I can flourish in my home and yard

and bloom where I am planted….