november prompt-a-day

from write alm

november 14

life is fragile ...

my heart knows this.
yet, my mind, it keeps trying to pretend otherwise.
pretending i am instead invincible.
what life has thrown at me is not in fact what it is.
i need to admit the truth in that mind of mine.
before it is too late.

november prompt-a-day

from write alm

11/13/13

on my table ...

a wooden table which sits in my dining room ~

with a blue-checkered table runner that flows the length of the wooden table
with a fall arrangement in the middle
            a vase of pussy willows given to me by my bestest friend a few years ago
           2 dried ears of corn full of browns and reds and yellows
           some fall potpourri scattered
           a clear candlestick holder with the stub of a white candle melted in it
with a box of dryer sheets waiting to be taken down to the laundry room in the basement
with a mail flyer of advertisment for jc penny

~ surprisingly clear of the usual detris on this day

our first snow fall

lilacs

... a scent from heaven evoking memories and smiles

small things

breathing in deep the rich earthy smell of spring
two bright spots of yellow ~ yellow warblers
a nuthatch hanging upside down
a glass of refreshing water after exercising
beautiful serene pictures of a pond sent from a son
comforting songs compiled by a daughter on repeat
sustained and supporting calls from another daughter
forever Pooh from another son
the smell of fresh cut grass
never fail daily emails from the best friend ever no matter what
blessings

mourning dove

yesterday I heard a mourning dove call.
the call touched me in the deepest part of my heart and soul.
I understood it's language.
I just wish I knew what we both mean by it.

may snow

this morning I woke up to this ... with snow falling fast and furious.
it matched my mood on seeing it.
after all it is May 2 and just this weekend with sun shining, I was wearing short sleeves and flip flops.
and then I looked out. really looked.
it was mesmerizing as only falling snow can be.
so sitting here now wearing my snowmen turtleneck I watch and say a prayer for the delicate flowers.