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

Empty Pool Full Hearts

We sat socially distant beside the pool
Now drained and dressed in its blue winter tarp
Pool’s water once present now disappeared
Like the beloved woman who died this past year
Whom the Greenbriar family gathered to remember

Pat was our mentor, house mother and friend
Offering resources for solving dilemmas
Giving hugs when needed and sharing news
The stories we shared revealed how we loved her
This woman our rock and our joy

Our stories told also another tale
Pictured a community Pat helped form and enrich
People helping neighbors, exchanging smiles
Welcoming newcomers, sharing wonderful meals
A rich legacy Pat bequeathed us

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Moving On

Tomorrow they empty the pool
Drain away our summer oasis
Silence the happy voices
Leave us to start over again

For a while things seemed almost normal
People exercised, floated, swam laps
Children splashed while moms supervised
Many stretched out on chairs in the sun

Now we reenter a virtual world
Zoom connects us for learning and fun
School is in session a variety of ways
We will discover new ways life can go on

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Haiku: Autumn Cacophony

Morning fusillade
Acorns pelting from the trees
Pings and thuds galore

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