D’s to S’s

Dawn – Dusk

Dipping down

Dismally dull

Depressingly dark

Dreary & dingy

Pause to ponder the profile

Thursday November 11th is not just a statutory holiday. It is a day to pause and reflect. Sometimes what we need to ponder is literally in front of our faces.

Somber #SilentSunday

Somber thoughts for

between the crosses

row on row

Reading is…

From the time I could read one of my favourite activities was to hide out in the big hall closet sitting on the butter box and devour books. I would close the sliding door most of way and my world would disappear and suddenly I felt like a Bobbsey Twin on the way to the seaside for an adventure. The books changed over the years and eventually I outgrew that closet. I then created a reading nook in my own closet and could be found after lights out reading by flashlight. I pretty much read anything I could get my hands on that wasn’t a school book.

#SundayStills Falling for Fall

Time rushes madly on

Seasons change

Seconds tumble by

As the leaves rustle

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Such a short period but so pretty

Harvest beckons us all

Daylight shrinks

Moon glows amber

Calling geese

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Not a single edit. Find the geese formation?

Each day I do take time to stop and appreciate all that I have and am. Challenges continue to arise and Covid continues to throw its weight around in our area so we are keeping a low profile. I won’t say it’s a quiet life as harvest, teaching and family commitments have kept me busy. Blogging time has been very minimal and I am behind in reading other blog posts as well.

Hope all is well in your worlds. I hope to be back more regularly one of these fine days.

Bernie

If I had been on the ball last night I would have linked this to the #Sundaystills hosted by Terri again over at https://secondwindleisure.com/2021/09/26/sunday-stills-signs-of-autumn-spring/. Better late than never I guess!

#Sundaystills Burly What?

If the blog prompt had been about Burl Wood or a burl of wood it would have seemed easy. Instead this week’s theme is burlywood, the colour. Which I had to look up only to find out it’s a boring beige really. Ugh but I’ve decided to rise to the challenge.

SundayStills My Silver Lining

I’ve used the basis of these words “silver lining” for a title before but this particular time they actually are in reference to a song title and not a perspective on life. I also stuck a pronoun in front of it because I want to make it personal. How these words affect my life and what my silver lining is and has been for the last 40+ years.

#Sundaystills Bee Kind

That didn’t work out well at all. I didn’t manage to accomplish either of my goals in any kind of timely fashion. So… now do I just scrap it or hit publish rather late and without it being “perfect”?

Dear vaccine

I heard an interesting interview on CBC. The University of Arizona is seeking poetry submissions about how the vaccine has made us feel. So below is my version using a couple of the suggested prompts. I’ve had this in my draft file for a while and just reworked it to reflect new feelings and, sadly, the current world situation.

215

Cruelly, during the nights

215 heartbeats silenced

Bodies dumped out of sight