I’m back inside after walkin’
‘round the block with Blue
under an inky black starlit sky
in the early mornin’ hours
the wind is blowin’ briskly
the temp has dropped past chilly
we didn’t care
dog stopped to sniff and do his biz
I kept good pace down the sidewalk rockin’ my dancin’ frog pajamas
barefoot in my cowgirl boots
November 23, 2012
my day ended much the same way it began
walking my dog beneath a dark, yet starlit sky
I woke too soon this morning
4-something instead of 5-ish
I tried to go back to sleep
by 4:45am I’d given up
and murmured to my husband, “My brain’s awake.”
as I rolled out of bed
he wryly replied, “I don’t think it ever shuts down.”
perhaps not
there are those crazy dreams sometimes
the ones I remember in a vague, bizarre way
the day itself was a good one
drove my boys to school
and I went in with ‘em
spent the morning there
sittin’ in a 5th grade classroom
mounting Art Club art on colored paper
writing out title cards for each piece
then usin’ my three step stool
to hang this mini art show in the hall
in time for Grandparent’s Day on Thursday
home around 11 to walk Blue again
made a phone call, texted with a friend
ate some soup for lunch
napped
a luxury
set my phone alarm so I’d be up in time
to walk the dog again before school let out
picked up my children
fed my parent’s cats
home again
early supper
not a fancy one
make up soccer game at 5:30
for the one we didn’t play in the rain
the sunset was spectacular
my son’s team won the game too
home for the night this time
Blue and I went ‘round the block again
evening spent in the kitchen
dishes, bills, papers
then that last starlit walk
last one ‘til early mornin’ anyway
bedtime
everyone else is tucked in
my turn…now
‘night
Zzzzzzzzzzzz
October 16, 2012
today is for moonstone and mermaids
in soothing shades of blue
today is for turquoise toes adorned with sparkly flowers
for tomorrow is as yet unknown
tomorrow we hear the results
tomorrow we hear what’s next
as for me
I long to be
a mermaid
swimming ‘neath a starlit sky
with just a sliver of a crescent moon
driftin’ by
September 13, 2012
I have a dog named Blue.
He’s named for his black fur that looks blue like a raven in the sunlight.
As an artist, I think of the primary color.
Secretly, I think he does too.
He’s a romantic, this dog.
Moonlit walks.
Starry nights.
Sunrise serenades.
How I love him.
This morning I heard, “Woof”, and joined him at the sliding doors to head outside.
Again.
This time though, instead of the lingering dark of night, the sky was awash in shades of lavender and hot pink, blended just so.
Oh, such wonderful colors.
Faded to steely winter sky color now.
But for moment, I stood in the brisk February morning, and savored the sunrise.
Thanks to my dog named Blue.
Woof
and in the brief moment
that I stood at the window
gazing at the sunrise
that same pup found a sock
under the la-z-boy recliner
he thought it’d be a nice snack
I disagreed
so out we went
at 6:50a.m.
for a walk around the block
me in my pajamas
mismatched ones at that
and polka dot rain boots
because like a firefighter
boots are easier to slip into
than tennis shoes that tie
especially in the dark
of technically morning time
when puppy less people
are sleeping
I’m caring less what others think
and doing what suits me
I guess I have the puppy to thank
for my growing nonchalance
as well as the moonlit, starlit, sunrise walks
that we’re going on
together
Turquoise Tangles 