Archive for the ‘Homelife’ Category
A Rosey Hue
November 10, 2014
Outside the window
Just beyond the Amana clock
Stands a Japanese maple
Its fall array of colors
Brilliant in the early afternoon sun
Filling the corner of the family room
With reflected light
Touching everything
A rosey hue
Never to be reproduced
By our meager palette
© 2014 Thomas W. Cummins
A Cabin Breakfast
July 27, 2014—∞—
Throwing a patternA window-paned pattern
For sixty years
The sun has been invited in
By the yellow Cosco table
Brightening a cabin breakfast
© 2014 Thomas W. Cummins
Running Out of Time
August 1, 2013—∞—
To run out of time Knowing There’s not enough time At a certain age After much has been done Little is left Nothing awaits Expectations met Yet Something is missing Snatched away, Actually But to regain That being denied To reclaim, to undo To heal Takes time There’s not enough time I’m afraid At a certain age© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
Nowhere To Be Found
July 24, 2013A sleepy afternoon in the north woods. If my muse came along, she is nowhere to be found. But I shall make the best of it and settle down with Team of Rivals.
Momentary Dejection
June 25, 2013—∞—
A fly buzzes Hitting the screen Wanting in Wanting out In hot, damp air A ceiling fan Hangs Lifeless Spots of moisture Here and there On floor, on table Sweat, tears, or both Silently, stupidly A phone awaits Replies To unanswered calls Birds singing Unheard Beautiful flowers Unseen On the horizon A cloud A single cloud Coming or going Bleakness, dejection Momentary But recognized A fly buzzes© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
A Willingness To Be Present
June 17, 2013—∞—
The threshold Of the future Is pulled forward Slowly and surely Second by second Or stands still As the past Slips away Retreating fitfully But never completely Our yesterdays linger Sometimes Directly behind Taunting Or back around a dim corner Barely accessible If warm and pleasant Abruptly intrusive Uninvited If unhappy or filled with regrets But what of our tomorrows? Sometimes Filled with hopes and dreams Or other times with dread Uncertainty Days and years Lying ahead Our dwelling place To be Fleetingly or longer Yet, they are Empty Years Waiting to be filled By us or circumstance Health, family Resources, friends A spiritual foundation A sense Of the Other All shape A life to come But, really, isn’t it now, The present, That will ultimately decide? Our sense of self Now Our willing to be Now Our gratitude – now Isn’t that what shapes us, Now, and in the years to come? How we view the past Our acceptance of self and others A willingness to be present© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
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