I pray you joy from day to night,
with dancing steps,
and a heart that’s light.
I pray you laughter on your lips
and success at the end
of your fingertips.
I pray you joy from day to night,
with dancing steps,
and a heart that’s light.
I pray you laughter on your lips
and success at the end
of your fingertips.
It’s just a bothersome, pesky chore–
to don a mask as I leave my door.
I’m an American! You can’t ask
ME to wear a stupid Virus mask!
Thus doth the Virus flourish and grow.
Selfish Americans make it so.
I pray today will bring you joy
with light steps along the way.
I pray for laughter in your life
and sunshine in your day.
I’m sorry to miss your party.
I’m just not up to Zoom.
I’ll think of you during the party –
safe—here in my living room.
I’m glad life planted our gardens
so we’re still not far apart.
You’re always part of my garden.
I hold you in my heart.
There’s a single, urgent message to
broadcast throughout the land.
It’s a clear and cogent message:
Wear a Mask! You understand?
The forecast is for rain, followed by rain, followed by rain.
It isn’t yet November and the rain’s already a pain.
But there’s an upside to the downpours that we have in our Northwest.
We have water in the summer and that water Tastes the Best!
I do not like to clean the house.
I do not like to do it.
I clean and clean and clean some more.
And never do get through it.
Sooth and comfort through the night.
Wake me with the morning light.
Guide my steps along the way.
Shelter me at close of day.
Daphne is the oldest one.
Still, the one most like a kitten.
She never met man, woman, or child
with whom she was not smitten.
She bats her head, weaves round
one’s ankle, and lifts a tentative paw.
And any cold heart who comes her way
always feels a little thaw.
The weather report said: Wacky.
And, I guess I would agree.
It’s raw and quite unpleasant
to a remarkable degree.
It’s just Seattle weather—
with cold and gloom and rain.
It’s just Seattle weather.
It’s Winter Time again.