Katie Hold the Door Open!

These grey grey days

And raining skies with forever clouds

Have left everything so desperate for color

Not even the thin slips of silver

At the end of old winter branches

Can dispel my downs & outs

For the day

I sit and watch observing outside my window

Smallness seen in too many details

Like two chickadees kissing

No lie ~ they were sitting side-by-side

A simple moment between moments

Found at the waters edge

Really this is true ~

Nothing ever looks good in grey except blue

So I wait for the afternoon to come close

Weather forecast says clouds will depart

And some blue sky and sun will break out

I have opened the gates and thrown away the keys

Mercy ~ make it happen now!


I can hear the pine trees talk

Once upon a time
There was a moon
Who sat high in the tops of
His favorite pines

Where I now stood underneath
And looked straight up
My head, neck and back aligned
I closed my eyes
And listened ~so very closely

I could hear the pine trees talk
Where winds blew
And rivers crossed
And stories be told
Over the land and sky
To my home

I looked up to find my new friend
Playing in the pines
And right beside him sat
Jupiter, Saturn and Pluto

His name
Was Mr. Crow Moon
And he was playing rolling jacks ~
Eggs in the Basket, Toad in the Hole
Fivestones and even Onesies
With his new friend, called Boo
Who was a star by choice, you know
His home was far away, of course
Built in the constellation ~Bootes
Which always stayed posted near-by

But I could still see them
Playing together
Sitting frog-legged
Bouncing planets and then
Tossing star points high in the sky

Now I don’t even know
Who ever won a single game
But no matter what time ~
And every time
I stepped out my door
Or looked out my window
I would try to find Mr. Crow Moon
Hiding high in the tree tops ~
Of now, my favorite pines


I Stand

Good morning from the lakeside deck ~

Our temperatures here dropped to freezing last night and I’m hoping it didn’t cut the flowers back for spring.

I have lots of work to get accomplished today ~ hoping and praying for focus.

My morning write ~

For the rolling fog
Over placid cold waters

For the sun to tip its head
Over dampened brown earth

For the frozen air to stir
Over warming chimney smoke

As I breathe out warm moist air
Over this fine sunshine day

While I stand here
My soul laying out among the mist
Over silent prayers of mercy & grace

Writing Note: Something that stood out for me in reading Walt Whitman’s poem, Starting From Paumanok ~
“I stand in my place with my own day here”. I feel this is so true for me living here on Lake Ann! Blessed!


First Day of March

Top of the morning to ya from the lakeside deck ~

Happy First day of March ~ 

This regular time is known as the Irish Days ☘️☘️☘️and just to top things off ~ we are about three weeks into Spring time. We had our first lighting show with thunder and hail but the spring thunderstorm moved through quickly and left us in a layer of cool fresh ozone air!  

Oh my, it is so wonderful out on the deck this morning! May your day meet you half way! Many Blessings ~

My morning writing ~
I sit in full sunshine
Bathed from head to toe
Breathing in this ozone
As thin cool air wisps by
Like feathers floating in the sky
This day this moment defined