Author: maiamom

I have COVID-Eating-Itis.

It’s no wonder I’ve gained weight.

I eat my way all through the day

amazed at all I ate.

The fairies must have danced upon my lawn last night.

Somehow they made a shining day:–beautiful and bright.

They must have danced with joy and fun – danced with all their might,

’cause they made a day that’s full of hope, optimism, light.

What other explanation rings so clear and true?

I think it must be fairies.  Don’t you?

I’m sending you a lullaby

because the day feels long.

I’m sending you a lullaby

to fill your heart with song.

This time last year we were in Kauai,

sipping Starbucks on our shaded lanai,

feeling the gentle ocean breeze,

sampling fresh coconut from tall palm trees.

The ocean is waiting for a tentative toe.

Hula dancers sway on the steps below.

Screeching birds swoop in flocks in the sky.

The ocean roar’s a steady lullaby.

The sun is rising over Cascade peaks.

Mount Baker is showing her face.

The moon is slipping away in the West.

The morning’s stepping up its pace.

Bright sky promises a crisp, cold day.

Frosted grass says the cold will stay.

Things that grow have settled to rest.

Winter’s here in the Far Northwest.

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

I hope your Holiday’s begun

with Happiness and Joy and Fun

and Health in Twenty-Twenty-One.

Mount Baker’s shining bright and clear.

She’s hardly been out at all this year.

She’s shy, and rarely ever there—

a magnificent sentinel in the air.