It’s a blustery day
A day for hot chocolate
and warm blankets
friendly cuddles
and naps —
deep thoughts
long talks
and pining
for those you love.
the blessing of a good day
There’s something
in the early evening —
a feeling at twilight
when the day hasn’t quite ended
but the night hasn’t come, either.
It’s like you have one more shot
at getting it right,
but you realize,
hey, I did it all right.
Or mostly right.
Or right enough
to merit this peace.
This beauty.
This quiet wonder.
#100Poems: Number Eight
signs of spring under my nose
and I’ve been too busy
too distracted
too pre-occupied
too too to notice
until now
when a friendly nuzzle
and a happy woof!
led me to smell the flowers