cronechronicler

You don't know where you are going. You don't know how to get there. And you arrive just the same. Ghanaian saying

My Writing Room

The smaller of the two bedrooms in my apartment became my writing room when I moved here eight years ago. This is where my blog began with the help of a willing grandson. The large window is a portal to my imagination. I love the tall oak tree among whose spreading branches I watch squirrels and birds build nests and care for their young. The moon and changing colors of the sky shape the budding poet inside me. Within my room are things that remind me of my journey.

Green plants live near my window to catch the light. All are off-spring shoots from friends and family. Tending them nourishes the outdoor gardener in me. On the window ledge are things that shine on sunny days – a royal blue glass coffee mug, souvenir from a Colorado trip; a bluish purple paperweight that was my son’s; an old brass cowbell with lots of family history.

The walls have a geographical bent – picture of a Texas cowboy riding on a lonesome road, wedding present to my Dad a Texan, too. A wooden wall clock in the shape of Ohio, gift to me from my congregation in a small Ohio town. Three framed certificates mark my progress to become their minister.

Everything else is furniture that has traveled with me for a while. The student desk and chair were used by my three sons. The much-scarred cherry end table, a gift from my mother in the 60’s, has been in every home I’ve known. The futon came with me from Chicago when I moved back to Cleveland to be with my family here. My glass computer table and new laptop are beside a table where my printer sits. They are the newest things except for what I write, which await my muse.

With many thanks to Pleasant Street who gave me the idea to write this piece.

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Haiku: Recess

Sprightly Autumn fun
Leaves are playing London Bridge
All are falling down

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Haiku: Dressing For Halloween

Crisp chill in the air
Bright splotch of orange in oak tree
Fall shows its colors

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Haiku: Sound Affects

Squirrel runs on tree limb
Noisy acorn bombardment
Strikes metal table

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Haiku: Absentminded

Oak tree has acorns
Season must have gone haywire
August still ahead

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Haiku: Kaleidoscope

Howling strong wild wind
Tossed trees sent things skittering
Sun today all calm

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Haiku: Procrastination

Temperatures warm
Stubborn leaves on trees still green
Summer flowers bloom

Autumn will arrive
Splendid colors flaming bright
In her own good time

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Company’s Gone Home

Summer came inside today
Windows opened wide
Cooling breeze a welcome guest
Heat wave passed with holiday
Hugged relatives and said goodbye
Quiet is settling in

Squirrel is lounging on a branch
Hidden by green oak tree leaves
Cardinal heard but bird not seen
Wind chimes and lovely laughter sounds
Music charming to my ears
Today is calm and bright

Sparkling blue of swimming pool
Invitation to dive in
Turn onto my back and float
Let cares drift away
Old cliché but useful here
Too lazy to create.

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Haiku: Natural Music

Summer’s green noises
Early morning birds chirping
Oak tree leaves rustling

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Passages

Summertime six years ago
I settled in this space
Unpacked and put my memories
On walls and table tops
In places I found evidence
Of occupant who came before
Tiny holes in closet door
Suggest a place to hang his ties
Apartment life is transitory
I put roots down none the less
Created my new home.

These past six years began a tale
Chapters of unexpected change
So many things I used to do
No longer are within my reach
My apartment is the same
It is I who have a different view
I will re-member cherished gifts
Grieve and lay them to the side
Look out the window at the tree
Watch pink clouds at early dawn
Embrace anew life’s mystery.

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