The sun peeps over the Cascade peaks,
checking out the day.
It sends its rays in ragged streaks,
deciding if it will stay.
It doesn’t.
The sun peeps over the Cascade peaks,
checking out the day.
It sends its rays in ragged streaks,
deciding if it will stay.
It doesn’t.
There’s a ship in the harbor –
blazing with light.
It shifts with the tide
as it waits through the night.
I didn’t get COVID and
my neighbor got better
and our life is pretty normal on the street.
But I feel a bit chary
e’en outside in January
so I’m going to pull a mask up when we meet.
I looked for the moon in the cold night sky.
I looked for it high and low.
I looked everywhere.
But it wasn’t there.
Nowhere.
Where did it go?
OMG! Did you see the moon
hanging low in the northwest sky?
OMG! Did it lose its way
midst the planets hurtling by?
OMG! Did it make a mistake?
Did it change its course too soon?
OMG! As you came awake…
did you happen to see the moon?
The Uvalde children haunt me.
Little lives – so harshly gone.
Horror splashes through the headlines.
Then, our memories move on.
…Succumbing to temptation!!…
I hear the cookies calling!
Crumbl Cookies in the house!
Defenses are all Falling!
SOS!
SOS!
It’s true January rings in a New Year.
It’s also a month that’s quite dismal and drear.
I watch all the forecasts. I’m feeling quite wary.
Who knows what we’ll get when it turns February?
I live alone with three old cats.
They keep me company.
I grumble ‘bout them all the time, but
they’ve been good for me.
Life gets pretty quiet as
the sight and hearing goes.
Then, suddenly, a friendly cat
comes dancing ‘round one’s toes.
I’m coming down with Brain Fatigue
about our fam’ly tree.
I know that we’re related,
but what are you to me?
Since your father was my cousin
and your grandma was my aunt,
we’ve got a clear connection –
though the written record’s scant.
It’ll be a fun adventure
into Genealogy, and
we’ll all become acquainted
as we climb our Fam’ly Tree.