Baking day

Banana, coconut, walnut, date, chia, flax, quinoa muffins, with ginger, cinnamon, and nutmeg, in the oven, to help ward off another chill, gray morning. The house is dressed in holiday quilts and the lights are on.  Glimmers of hope and warmth.

Shouldn't complain

33, windchill 26,
brrr and gray,
again.
Colds and tummy upsets.
But, the house is fairly snug,
there is good food to share,
and though spirits aren't too high
we still can smile here and there

Wednesday

Bright, bright sun
shimmering on the windows
filling up the rooms
bouncing all over the place
wowzers

Rain

42 and rain
plinking outside the window
wetting and shining the roofs

Monday morning

Chase away
your demon tigers
with abdominal breathing - ahhhh.

Saturday

Hint of sun
slight warming
a chance of a break
a tiny lift
a moment 
to be grateful

We could always use a miracle

A time of reflection,
a time of assessment,
the holidays come upon us and we are inundated with false cheer
cold comfort against torture reports, bad economies, abuse statistics,  corruption, and more.
But the times are much the same as the season we celebrate, filled with hardship and woes
inconveniences and worse, but we bring new life into the world in hope and fear, and go on.

Ash gray

The light, the buildings, the roads, the sky,
all an ashy gray.
The snow falls like soot,
more darkening then brightening,
the air burns against the skin.
Hopefully this bleak season
will soon give way...

Clear morning

A pane of blue white light
painted the porch this morning
a mystery answered by the bright moon above.

glassined branches

Glassined branches,
the scritch of ice scraped off windshields,
splatters of fat, icy, raindrops,
portents of  the end of autumn.

Monday

Slashes of vivid coral,
pools of molten gold,
filled the sky at dawn,
while the full moon mistily set
into the gray of the rest of the day

Sunny Sunday

Bright sun bounces off of neighbors' houses,
reflecting into our home dressed in its holiday finery
filled with the sounds of classical guitar
playing quietly on Pandora,
warm apple pie with cheese serves for our breakfast,
as the solstice draws nearer and nearer.

Holiday quilt

We are beginning to dress the house for the holidays.

Back to gray

Back to gray
another day,
but a lighter gray,
silvery, whitened,
thinner, drier,
a tad more hopeful
that the sun still shines,
that the earth still turns,
that there is the divine

Sunshine

Thank heavens,
some sun,
to raise our spirits
to lighten our day
to give us the chance
to see colors again

Time for outings

Bright lights and colors
of the holiday stocked stores
to distract us from the foul weather
and gray, icy, dreary streets
selling us the hope
that we will endure
this cold season,
that the warm times
will be returning
if only we don't focus too hard
on this dark, bleak time

Now 61

61 years here
a minute jostle in time
sending out my feeble light
to be reflected into the infinite
a warm vibration
the quietest of sounds
a shared breath
called into being
by the divine

May make it to 61 degrees today

..but tomorrow is forecast for snow and ice, quite the rollercoaster these days.