Change of Season

As life goes on we seem to move quickly through autumn to winter
Middle age moving us through the years like wind blowing the leaves
The cold tinge to the air as we mature and move toward our golden years
How have the children grown so quickly while we were living life
Why does the time seem to accelerate as the years accumulate?

The sun still shines and each day holds promise and surprise
Living in the moment ensures us we are making the most of our time
The sun sets sooner, but there is a comfort to the slower pace that
Accompanies the cooler weather and the sense of nostalgia
That returns as the season turns from fall to winter and the holidays draw near.

Orange, Pink and Blue

Orange, pink and blue
Do you know what to do?
When the sky changes color
As the seasons shift gears
Energy rebounds, but the air is still cold
Not time to plant or swim or hike
Not time to sit and read by the fire.
But what time is the in-between time?
Orange, purple, white
As day descends to night
The days stretch longer
Cabin fever soars higher
What is my outlet?
To Write?

January Morning

A strange cloud hangs over me this morning. I feel gray like the skies outside on this gray January day. Piles of dirty snow. Wet pavement. The quiet of a cold, damp morning in Michigan.

I long for the sun and the sound of birds. I miss the flowers blooming and green grass. I wish to look upon blue skies.

A few lingering Christmas decorations at the house across the street mock me. Christmas is over. No more bright lights to shine against the gray.

But what of my light within? Shall I hold it captive? Why not smile and rejoice in the gifts of today? A warm cat on my lap. The comfort of a cup of coffee. Anticipation of seeing friends and family. A loving husband and kids who fill my happy home. A faithful God who stands by me, even in my grumpy moods.

Dark clouds of thought be gone! Now, I hear a bird chirp. I smile to myself.