cold short days
ever more grateful
for home
for heat and light
water and food
warm water to
wash dishes
and that I can
read and write

The roses we bought last week were fading a little. Karl trimmed them and gave them fresh water. A few are arranged in a bowl and two are in a blue vase.
Saturday
reading books
from my library
enough to last years
and room for more
Poems from my archives, to follow my post Bloganuary prompt for January 28, 2022.
quiet morning
I measure time
in quiet songs
a few old songs
and some silence
evergreens
old and new
music in the yard
bird songs
morning music
bird songs more present
than sounds from the highway
music and poems
sky the color
of morning glories