Living the Aging Life

There’s a bright-lit moon

in the Southern sky.

It’s not a “moon to remember”.

But, it does remind

that we still can find

some lovely night skies in December.

Let us be angels, one for another.

Let us be angels who share the

bittersweet moments that make up one’s life.

Let us be angels who care.

(acknowledging Henri Nouwen)

Now Princess is an Only Cat.

She seems a little wary.

She looks around for other cats.

Not one.

It must be scary.

The leaves fall down.

I rake them up.

Then, we begin again.

Fall, fall, fall….

Rake, rake, rake…

with leaves one doesn’t win.

I know the rain.

I know the feel

of dampness on my skin.

I know the quiet stillness

as the first soft drops begin.

I know the rain.

I know the way

it blows across my face,

touching for a moment,

moving on without a trace.

I know the rain.

I feel the gentle brush

of wetness from the sky.

It’s with us for an instant.

Then it passes, quiet, by.

I know the rain.

Life and death are very close.

They’re just a breath apart.

The diff’rence of a silence

and a pulsing, beating heart.

“There’ll be wind from the Pacific!

There’ll be rain! You’d best look out!

Thereill be widespread consternation,

so stock up!” the pundits shout.

But the weekend was quite quiet.

Bits of rain kept drizzling down.

Dim gray skies blocked the horizon.

Gloomy clouds kept dark the town.

It was just a Northwest weekend.

No excitement came in sight.

And TV prognosticators

 had a dull and quiet night.

A warm, soft, cuddly blanket

is a comfort when you’re blue.

Wrapping in a snuggly blanket

is the best thing you can do.

No one has one potato chip.

It simply can’t be done.

If you have one potato chip,

you’ll have another one.

Samantha’s last day

has come and gone.

Her gift of love

will carry us on.