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 pattern
A 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
There’s not enough time
At a certain age
After much has been done
Little is left
Nothing awaits
Expectations met
Something is missing
Snatched away,
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, 2013

A 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
Spots of moisture
Here and there
On floor, on table
Sweat, tears, or both
Silently, stupidly
A phone awaits
To unanswered calls
Birds singing
Beautiful flowers
On the horizon
A cloud
A single cloud
Coming or going
Bleakness, dejection
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
Directly behind
Or back around a dim corner
Barely accessible
If warm and pleasant
Abruptly intrusive
If unhappy or filled with regrets
But what of our tomorrows?
Filled with hopes and dreams
Or other times with dread
Days and years
Lying ahead
Our dwelling place
To be
Fleetingly or longer
Yet, they are
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
Our willing to be
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