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: Rosy Hope

Six-thirty A.M.
Daylight savings time wonder
Pink clouds cover sky

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Haiku: An Unnatural Grief

Dull monochrome sky
Absent pink stripes of winter
Climate-change shades

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Haiku: Faint Warmth

Dark and frigid dawn
Coldest of the year and yet
Crescent moon beams glow

Later on the sun
Very welcome imposter
Called me out to play

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Haiku: Lament For the Future

January day
Dull gray clouds obscure the sky
Too warm for jeweled snow

Will it thus be so
World unrecognizable
In aeons ahead?

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Haiku: Malingering

Snow welcomed me home
Muse remains in Mexico
Watching bright moon-set

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Haiku: Appetizer

Soft pink candy stripes
Streaking Autumn dawning sky
Delicious morning

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Haiku: Daybreak Silhouette

Dark tree branch fingers
Like unearthly sea coral
Trace patterns on sky

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Haiku: Daylight Moon

Lady slipper moon
Lingers in pale deep blue dawn
Daylight saving time

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Haiku: Down to Earth Dawning

Pinking horizon
Silhouetting dark tree-line
Street lights still burning

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