cronechronicler

Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Apologies

I last posted four weeks ago. In that time WordPress changed everything again. Or else my COVID19 brain is more flawed than I thought. I was excited to write again after a period of silence. I’m disappointed in WordPress and myself. Anyway I send my apologies for the mess I produced. Best wishes to you stalwart writers.

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Grammar Lesson

Night becoming day

Morning punctuation mark

Steaming hot coffee

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Transforming Drumbeat

Lately my feet have been dragging
My right knee is almost worn down
Saw doctor about a replacement
Seems I am not ready now

A year has gone by marked by COVID19
Knee hears unconventional  drumbeat 
Its pops and crackles create a weird tune
Without any rhythm at all

Lately I've listened to this cry of alarm
Made an appointment to have things checked out
Began  exploring possible treatments
Tiptoeing to my marching song

I knew  today that I'm moving on
When I was beginning to wonder
 How to check my walker on an airplane
A sign my old zest has returned













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Moody Weather

Cloudy sky and rain
Spring showing her underside
Darkening spirits
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Wakeup Call

Fresh and gentle rain

Seeping into soil

Springtime reveille

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Spring Break

Little blue egg cracks

Baby bird seeks freedom’s way

Oh joy I am Sprung

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Haiku: Seasonal Progression

To celebrate Spring

Oak tree wears golden tassels

Squirrel awaits next act

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Haiku: Morning Music

Birdsong starts my day
Windchimes tinkle like silver
Tea kettle whistles
 
Spoon clicks sides of mug 
Stirs coffee, cream and sugar
Sighs of  contentment










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Strange New/Old Classic

After receiving expert guidance I think I’m here. But still nothing is familiar. I’ll try to decipher the symbols.

It has a mind of its own not compatible with my writing style. My muse is hiding.

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Foggy B(l)ogging

Searching for answers

Classic Editor my question

Still an enigma

Don’t know where to go

Much less how I can get there

Doubtful I’ll arrive

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