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

Spring Break

Little blue egg cracks

Baby bird seeks freedom’s way

Oh joy I am Sprung

14 Comments »

Holiday Message 2020

A strange year just passed shaped by COVID19
Not in sync with my usual Christmas card message
Wearing masks for distancing safe but not jolly
Constant hand washing causes skin to dry out

A tragic time for U.S. and the world
Overwhelming death counts and grieving survivors
Occupy daily news headlines and stories
Businesses closed devastate the economy

Virtual school classes and all sorts of Zooming
Afford us necessary human connections
Neighbors helping neighbors and kindness of strangers
Testify that love still sheds a warm light

Holiday time is simply amazing
The arts are creating novel celebrations
Human spirit surges to reaffirm season
God’s gift of new life evergreen

12 Comments »

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

16 Comments »

Waiting For the Dawn

Like seeds sprouting in dark soil
A fetus growing toward its birth
We await a new day dawning
Whose nature yet remains unknown

Chaos often births creation
Pain and suffering signal change
Death precedes a resurrection
Secrets revealed in due time

Though our despair and fear are real
The agonies we now endure
May someday be transformed
And joy come again

6 Comments »

Coronavirus Itinerary

From the beginning
It was a strange journey
I thought I would do well
I like staying home

My many fixed routines
Soon seemed to crumble
I needed companionship
The warm blooded kind

I talked to my plants
Texted friends and family
Read books, watched old movies
Took long walks outside

I realized present time
Took all of my energy
Learning to Zoom
Became a mixed blessing

Past familiar habits
No longer sustained me
It was exhausting
Getting through the day

Future time distant
Offered no hint of comfort
May as well live
In this new present I’m in

Mornings are difficult
A thick fog encircles me
Passing by lunchtime
Leaving me empty

And then this morning
I welcomed a visitor
My muse on my shoulder
Telling me to write

15 Comments »

Haiku: Refreshment

Breeze through my window
Chirping birds human voices
Sweet signals of hope

10 Comments »

Haiku: Morning Ritual

Sitting surrounded
By puddle of newspaper
Where oh where is hope

8 Comments »

Haiku: Resolution

Morning brings New Year
Invitations extended
I gladly accept

8 Comments »

Haiku: Hope Is the Thing With Feathers

Changes are daunting
Signs of aging surround me
Not for faint of heart

Surprises yet charm
Emanating from strangers
Delight and joy

Days that begin grey
May hold moments of newness
I’m not giving up

16 Comments »

Post Graduate Learning

Formerly I learned a lot
Traveling my wisest teacher
Newer lessons bid me stay
Listen to my changing body
Adventure seemed activity
Ready for the rubbish pile
Until on stage appeared two grandsons

Brothers with licenses to drive
Full of who they plan to be
What journeys focused in their sights
Which college lessons are required
Still loving Grandma Ina
Last week extended invitations
Offered me new inspiration

First the eldest set a date
Asked my advice where we should lunch
Entered address in GPA and off we went
But not by any route I knew
Arrived at restaurant in same chain
(I didn’t know there was a chain)
My grandson turned my old to new

His brother next made plans with me
Knocked on door at time we set
Walked right in with plastic bag
Filled with ingredients to cook
Eggs Benedict tradition shared
Between us two before
He even washed the dishes

Reminded me of new and old
Ever present combination
Creating new originals
Gumbo promise for future-time
Seasoned with love and memory
Dreams and hope for generations
And altogether possible

5 Comments »