The Next Take
You sat there in the dark, collecting dust
For days upon days
As you laid on a bed of pens and
Scissors with a bent handle.
I let you out
For a short visit here and there,
Undoing your jacket of dust
With a flutter, and a frown on my part.
Tick, tick, said the messenger, and then
Winter has a way of making me long for spring and summer, when the weather is warmer and the outdoor activities are many. But rather than wishing it over, today I will celebrate the coldest season of the year here in Victoria. The winter sun looks on, and it is time to release a poem to honor the season. I hope you like it.
The blue hues above my head won’t deceive me,
The glass door swings shut behind me and
My mouth makes a beeline for
The black striped scarf hugging my neck.
My hands, from within the silky
Pockets of my fitted red jacket, are envious,
Only receiving a third of the protection they would
Get with the fuzzy gloves bundled in a
Box in the entranceway closet.
The wind fights for a taste of my neck,
But I won’t let it nibble,
Not even with my mind busy rotating cups of
Hot cocoa, lemon tea, and a marshmallow or two.
Life moves fast, doesn’t it? It is a selection of seconds, moments, hours, days, and… You get the point. It is a blur some days and then suddenly a moment comes that makes you go, “Aha, I realize how short life is.” And then you breathe deeply and plant a foot in a world that brings you comfort. For me, today, it is the blogging world.
Thank you to everyone who has emailed me, left a comment on my blog (here or on When Women Inspire), sent me a note on a social media network or contacted me another way. I appreciate you all. I am grateful for you all.