Sometimes when looking

at the past, we see things we

miss in the present.

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Down memory lane,

wretched truths come crystal clear.

We wonder how we missed them.

Planning is the bane

of this procrastinator,

drawn to crisis management.

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Crisis management

requires immediate

focus in a condensed way.

Little by little

the day goes by without our

help along the way.

~

As passengers, we

are often discontented,

determined to take the wheel.

Branches wave hello

to the rising sun, goodbye

to descending moon.

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Rising sun smiles

brightly on waving branches

as sleepy moon slips away.

Leaving thoughts unpenned

can create great frustration

when the time for writing comes.

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Without either time

or the means, many a good

idea just slips away.

Our dreams let us know

what is stirring down below

asking for some attention.

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Whispers from the deep

often contain messages

lost amid surface chatter.

Prodigals return

when life gets hard to manage

without family support.

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It can be hard to

return and receive what we

once denied needing.

Seems January

has decided to leave like

a quite docile lamb.

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Spring-like winter months

may seem meek as little lambs

when, in truth, they harbinge doom

Circling the drain,

through less pleasant vertigo,

is like riding carousels.

~

Circle your wagons

instead, lie down, unwind, breathe,

and let yourself be.

When I close my eyes,

images of what once was

tumble into view.

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Oh, would that visions

of a future, bright and fair,

were so easy to find there!

Stunned by the sunshine,

the poets found themselves filled

with wordless pleasure.

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Unlike in the past,

No one rushed to post a like

on our blank untitled page!

Eyes and teeth and back-

what’s the next to go kaput?

Aging’s not a young man’s game.

~

Sometimes we wonder

what kind of game we’re playing

when there is so much to lose.

The sun snuck out from

behind the clouds and briefly

blessed us with a bright smile.

~

Blinding solar grins,

despite the joy they provide,

are sneaky fleeting flashes.

When viewed from within,

that old tune “Cotton-eyed Joe”

hardly seems so jocular.

~

So many versions,

all pretty dark, of what is

called “Cotton eyed Joe”.

The way my shadow

fell distorted my vision.

A slight shift might set things straight.

~

Slight shifting of light

and stirrings at vision’s fringe

are the realms where monsters hide.

Now, that time permits,

I find no greater comfort

than lounging long, here abed.

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Treasure it while

you can because in no time

you will be off and running.

After five days of

quarantine, a short trip to

the dump made my day.

~

Such simple pleasures,

seldom appreciated,

are amplified by illness

Welcome fellowship

warms even the coldest day

if you’re willing to reach out.

~

We’re more aware on

these real cold days of how much

warmth simple presence can bring.

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Without a compass,

it is easy to get lost.

With one we can find our way.

~

Moral compasses

work exactly the same way;

if you’ve got one, you get it.

Sometimes good enough

is the best we can hope for

given the circumstances…

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Knowing when we’ve done

enough, have enough, worried

enough makes things easier.

Against a background

of slowly melting snow, birds

line the porch rail for their meal.

~

At my place today

a cardinal decided

screened porches make good pulpits.

Still in its beauty

this white chiffon on the lawn

sure looks good enough to eat.

~

As a child I

made and ate snow cones, but those

days are now long gone.

If we feel compelled

to count, let’s count our blessings

as well as our woes.

~

Detailed accounting

of our numerous blessings

lift spirits ever higher.

After much delay

and some procrastination

let’s promptly put pen to pad…

~

This recipient,

showing solidarity,

delayed writing too.

Through small openings,

sweetness can come and bring warm

smiles to our tight-lipped mouths.

~

…and I always thought

it was sour and bitter

that made tight lipped rictuses.

A wonder how woods

can warm our hearts and our homes

whether we burn it or not.

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Walking or watching

the woods, we are able to

replace our worries with warmth.

Pink clouds ease across

a pale blue sky as the sun

slowly says goodbye.

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And in that gloaming

moment between day and night

glows a special spectral light.

As chaos expands

all around this crazy world,

where can we find safe harbor?

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By finding ways to

end the chaos we’ll make life

safer for us all.

Again with the rain?

Has winter somehow forgot

even the concept of snow?

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Ah, the fickleness

of life. Even the seasons

forget what they are.

What is whispering

in the wind? Is it a sigh

of awakening?

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Hard to distinguish

a sigh of satisfaction

from sighs of resignation…