It snuck up on me
This advanced age—sixty-five
Like a stealthy thief
Bestowing wrinkles
Absconding with memories
Dimming my eyesight
And yet it feels right
Comfortable as old shoes
Or warm cardigans
Peace, people.
Sixty-five
Category: Haiku
Imposters
Quick burst of flavor
Ripe red cherry tomatoes
No two quite alike
This one like sugar
Unlike the fat squishy one
That falls a bit flat
One thing for certain
They taste nothing like cherries
I fell for that once
I Wish
I held a candle
Blew across the white hot flame
Hoping for a boon
This flickering light
Mesmerizing; I forgot
The wish, unspoken
Rebirth and faux death
Exhale, then prime the taper
The circle of light
August Days
Air like molasses
Molding around the edges
No room for a breeze
August days linger
Sun’s arms clinging ‘til the end
Holding night at bay
Where some might wither
Others come into full bloom
In summer’s last act
Going With the Flow
I’ve built a fine raft
For the river of my life
Yet I’ve no paddle
Peace, people!
Sturdy
A willowy teen
Grown sturdy in my sixties
An oak in training
Peace, people!
A Watched Pot
Simmers, plays mind games
With clock’s tick tock suspended
Patience brings rewards
I’m not going to lie—I’ve become addicted to checking the Kindle Direct Publishing website once an hour to see if any additional copies of my novel, Mayhem at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort, have sold. It’s like watching grass grow with occasional bursts of fecundity followed by long stretches of barrenness. Tons of fun.
Tomorrow I’m going to wrap Christmas presents, and ignore the KDP website. Yes I will. Maybe.
Peace, people.
An Odd Light
Just before sunset,
On an early fall evening
The sky glowed orange
I didn’t capture the actual color, but it was stunning in person.
When She Was Good
Awkward arrangement
A good girl, sometimes gone bad
That curl in her hair
What was it she knew
That being bad was okay
When the curl fell flat
And, when she was bad
She was oh so very bad
No nursery rhyme, this.
Peace, bad girls.
The Editor’s Task
Pages neatly stacked
Words awaiting the red pen
Which darlings die first?
That’s 455 pages, y’all. 105,022 words. Something’s gotta go. Wish me luck and sanity.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 