Haiku Fall’s afternoon light Brushing earth with golden hues Before darkness comes Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
brisk winds all topsy-turvy
sticks and stones hidden
blanketed by fallen leaves
Eugenia enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for Eugenia to follow her dreams by doing things she enjoys…spending time with family, learning, sharing, traveling, writing poetry, and encouraging others to pursue their goals. Eugenia’s writing and creative endeavors can be found at her blogs,Eugi’s Causerie IandEugi’s Causerie II, where she has gathered a following of kindred souls who share her passion for writing. Eugenia has authoredFanciful DelightsandMama, me and Mother Nature.She is also a published author onSpillwords,PoetrySoup,andbeBee.com.
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Source: all apologies – Chris Mc Geown
Today a word
That tomorrow no longer counts
Words in the wind
From this soil grows
Distrust, uncertainty, unreliability,
A back and forth
Without trust, stability
Traitor on one’s own word
Are there such guides
Who only look at themselves
Are vain, complacent?
You can’t trust people like that…
To find success and joy in your endeavors
You must stay the course and persevere
Don’t be chary of going all out towards your goals
The howls of discouragement should not distract you
Go forward with dignity and poise to conquer
All the adversity will fold under the weight of your resolve
There would be a celebration and fireworks when you will
Cross the finish line with flying colors
In response to the following prompts ;
Word of the day challenge;
Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow
Today is Day 282 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.
Did you write yesterday? Half of the year is in our rear-view mirror, and I am drawing a line in the sand. The targets I missed, the stories I didn’t compose, they no longer matter. These last six months are history. Done. I won’t lie, 2020 kicked me in the head, leaving me stunned, unsteady, and incapable of completing anything beyond basic tasks. I bet I am not alone, but don’t count me out yet. They say what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, right? I am confident I will discover I am more capable than I have ever been. I dug deep, reevaluated my annual goals, and I decided…
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Everyone thinks spring is a busy time for Mother Nature and her gardening friends. I find fall is a much more demanding season. There are seeds to harvest, sort, and save, debris and dead vegetation to clear, compost piles to turn, vacationing house plants to move indoors, and cold-tolerant vegetables to pick and store. Trees and shrubs planted now establish strong roots, and there are hundreds of tulip bulbs to bury in their loamy beds. There are hoses to drain, birdbaths to winterize, fallen leaves to rake, and firewood to cut and stack.
As I perform all these tasks, I remember what worked well in the yard this year. I analyze areas that could use improvement and formulate ideas for fresh garden features as the earth’s fertile fields settle in for a bedtime story, ready for a deep winter’s sleep. There will be blowing snow, icy gales, and long winter…
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