Snow runoff flows downHill from my driveway to theCow pasture. I standIn the middle and watch winterWash away around my shoes.

Introduction:A special thank you to Ingrid of Experiments in Fiction, for recommending I watch the movie, “The Diving Bell And The Butterfly”. The Tanka below is a brief summary of my thoughts about the movie. In The Blink Of An Eye (a Tanka) Tears on my pillowButterflies on the ceilingI see silent bellsWhere memories never ...

Soothing to my soulCalming to frenzied spiritI glide in water.Suspended, uplifted, IHover, leaving stress on land. Photo courtesy of Adina Voicu from Pixabay

Wind scrapes my windowI snuggle deeper intomy book, its words ablanket, soft and warm. Time andreality disappear. Featured Photo courtesy of The Pixelman on Pixabay

New Year’s day dawns andthe world is encased in glassmy driveway and roadmasquerade as an ice rink. Jack Frost’s temper tantrum.

The road is wet butcrystals adorn my windowSnow falls on the ridge.Like curtains, it opens to reveal winter’s intentions.

“Congratulations” Says everyone else in my life. You say: “Are you sure you’re qualified?” instead. I assure you: I’m enough.

It’s not thinking lessof yourself.  It’s thinking ofyourself less.  This isa ram’s horn’s composition:Humility’s perfection.

Crunchy grass, withered flowers; my yard’s a desert. I smile as dark clouds hang low overhead. Birds stop singing. I smile: Rain.  

The yarn is tangled. Just when I think there’s progress more knots appear. The more I try, the worse it gets. I shrug and put the mess down.