Living the Aging Life

The night paints with a gentle hand

to darken up our skies

and softens up the troubled world

to help us close our eyes.

I hope that the worst of winter is gone –

that the Worstest Weather’s Behind Us.

I hope gray clouds will lift enough

that Spring can finally find us.

I pray for both my children –

that they’ll have a sunny day –

that their lives will be fulfilling –

that things will go their way.

My bright orange pumpkin finally gave in

from the blast of the winter snow.

It was a friendly pumpkin.

I’m sorry to see it go.

I’ve gone back to Doomscrolling.

The relief I feel’s immense.

My interest in the World’s Bad News

defies all common sense.

The temperature is rising!

Today I might get Out!

I’m dancing down my hallway

with a Celebratory Shout!

I’m burning a candle for Jeff today,

for successful surgery.

I’m burning a candle for Jeff today,

with a prayer that he can see.

A ship’s in the harbor

swinging round with the tide–

three football fields long,

but not very wide.

It’s bringing in cargo

from a far away port.

It can’t off load here.

Our piers are too short.

So it drifts in our harbor,

passing the day.

And then it will leave us,

just sailing away.

I’d like to plant my Sweet Peas.

Seeds go in by President’s Day.

But, the flower bed is under the snow.

It’s not going to happen that way!