[Soaring Feather]

High Holy Days


Snow so softly falls silent out of the ebony sky
a blanket of forgetfulness over autumn's litter
and small lights strung challenges the stars above
lighting the season on porch, window, and trees
I smile as I walk tonight, for even sadness flees
for now we will celebrate the Season of His Dove
remembering what he would accept for us so bitter
and in doing so, set even my old sad soul to fly


WayzataJohnn

[WayzataJOHNN]

WOW!!!

You good, and then some.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Tis the season for plotbunnies -
(fingers to the keys, and write some more)
serious or just for funnies
(I gotta get to sleep, fingers getting sore).
If I let them in I’ll perish —
laptop wants a break, and I’m just getting poor.
Once I had a life to cherish —
ideas run amok — someone shut that door!

Plot bunnies, for the uninitiated, are story ideas that pop up and demand attention even (and especially) when you are in the midst of writing something else. I had one attack that got finished this week, and have three others in the works, and two on the back burner as I speak....