Sometimes Joy - NaPoWriMo #15

 Sometimes joy
is such a simple thing

 

a good book

a cat, purring on one’s lap

a brilliant sunset fading to dusk

warm socks in winter

 

And sometimes joy

hides her face

within the folds of sorrow

patiently waiting

her turn                                                                                                      

Progress Report - NaPoWriMo #13

4-15-24

Our almost-two-year-old grandson spent the weekend with Tom and me.  It was both wonderful and exhausting.  Needless to say no computers were opened; no words were written (or typed).  And I’m still recovering.  There is a reason 60-year-old women don’t have babies.  I bow and tip my metaphorical hat to the grandmas out there who have had to take over raising their grandchildren.  But, now for a few words.

 

April 14, and the first tulip has opened.

It’s a pink one that I planted a few years ago.

 

The blue and white Scillas

cover most of the hill

going down to the driveway.

 

Lilac leaves are opening,

though the flowers are a way off yet.

 

Last night we slept with the windows open

for the first time this year.

 

The winter has been mild

but it was a long time in leaving.                                           73