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

Haiku: Promise of Spring

Snow shrouded tree limbs
Dark twilight shadows cover
Promise of hope hiding


Yesterday in the paper I read a story about a Misssissippi map turtle named Charlie who had made friends with the family he lived with. This took me back to memories of a Georgia box turtle who once lived in our house.

One Chrstmas my eight year old son Donovan announced after he had opened his presents that there was something missing. He wanted a pet. The next day we went to a pet store so he could pick out one that caught his fancy.

Donovan wandered among the pets for a while until he made his choice, a Georgia box turtle with one gimpy leg that he named Alfalfa. Alfalfa liked to be taken outside to walk in the grass, as Charlie did. And also periodically got lost, like Charlie. Usually I was the one to find him.

We had to learn Alfalfa’s ways as he made his home with us. We used the top of a round Playskool tinkertoy box as his water bowl. It had a raised circular lip that was the right height for Alfalfa to stretch his neck out to drink. Since we did not keep him penned up, he had the run of the house. When he was thirsty, Alfalfa made his way to the kitchen where we kept his bowl on the floor near the sink. Then he waited for one of us to come put water in it for him.


Haiku: Weather Tidings

No pink stripes in sky
No technicolor morning
Gray and somber day


Reader Directions

A question. When I was cronechronicler all my posts were published on the Reader. Now that I have changed to poetrybyheart.me I appear only in Reader conversations. I have had no luck searching the usual way – if any such thing still exists. I appreciate any help you can give me. Thanks.


January Days

I wake up to dreary skies
And breakfast to sun beams 
Who knows what the hours may bring
Time's a bumpy ride

One thing I do know
Love and joy survive
Healing balm to soothe our wounds
This road may surprise 


Meet My New Name

As Cronechronicler
I ran into a problem
Difficult to solve

Vivachange 77
Wandered off her dark blue grid
To one of pale pink

Skipping odd details
A strange change was the result
Blog has a new name

On the blue background
Welcomes my readers

Please don't be put off
By different Gravatar
It's still the same me



Haiku: At First Blush

Rosy streaks at dawn
Fingers gently turn the page
Promise brighter day


Unintentional Innovation

Yesterday I wrote a post named “My New Normal”. It told the story of my progress with macular degeneration and a recent defining episode which is having a positive impact on my understanding. The published post showed up on an older version of Cronechronicler that has a pale pinkish background. Early on I switched to the same design with a dark blue background that I have used ever since.

I have spent hours asking WordPress for help in getting my post back to my current blog design. It doesn’t seem to be in their lists of requests and solutions. I am writing this as a test post to see where it goes.

P.S. Success! With the help of a Happiness Engineer I’m making headway. At least I have a Gravatar retrieved from a cache I used to have access to and has now been revived.


New Day On Horizon

Fireworks and loud booms
Herald possible promise
Love, peace and good will