An Alternate Reality

Archive for October, 2012

The Lesson

Tucked away
            beneath the shriveled leaves
            and rotting vines,
A single Morning Glory
            clings to hope with violet color. 

Peeking up
            amid the bundles of brown stems
            and yellowed grasses,
A single daisy
            opens her bright face to the lowering sun. 

I, too, stand in the throes of autumn’s aging,
            watching all I know
            change and fade away.
Yet, I cling to the lesson
            of the late blooming flowers — 

There is still joy and color
            in the midst
            of decline,
And the promise
            of a new season, yet to come.

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A little workout at the “Y”

The itsy bitsy spider
            crawled ’round the gym track floor.
Lots of gym shoes
            could have made his life no more.

But somehow he managed
            to keep safe in a lane.
So, the itsy bitsy spider
            went on to spin, again.

Early Morning Companions

Stepping out my door at 5 am
on a chilly fall morning,

heading to the “Y” for my daily workout,
I see a single rabbit grazing in the courtyard.

We both stop and stare,
both hesitant, both watchful.

I take a step.
He hops, one, two.

We wait. Watch. Breathe.
We share the still moment.

Then time starts up again.

I hoist my bag.
He twitches his ears.

And off we go,
each to our own busy day.

The Glory of Morning Glories

Last year I planted Morning Glory seeds in a pot on my patio. I let the sun and the rain tend them, so, on their own they grew up and flowered. It made me happy to walk past every day and see their lovely colors. Eventually they faded and died away, so I pulled out their vines and let the pot lay dormant for the winter. 

This year other seeds fell into the pot and I let the sun and rain tend them as well. They grew into a various assortment of flowering weeds and grasses. Still, it made me so happy to walk past and see their healthy growth. 

And then, I noticed a vine growing up the neighbor’s fence, across the walkway from my pot. Before too long it flowered — with Morning Glories the same color as mine. Every day when I walked past I’d see more and more, growing farther up the fence. 

I know those are my Morning Glories because they greet me with a smile, somewhat mocking my gardening skills and laughing at their escape from my pot. 

I laugh too. They didn’t get very far and I can still enjoy their joyful flowers. Ah, the glory of Morning Glories!