Okay, I had so much fun with the poetry post below, I wrote this poem as I was on my way out the door at work eagerly anticipating my two-week vacation. My day job is as a defense contractor, a sort of extension of my 22+ years in the US Army. Maybe this isn't the most cheerful of poems. But what is a poem supposed to do? I think it is supposed to make you feel something through the beauty of language.
I'm back at my desk, but it's Friday at last
I'll be checking in during the next two weeks – Have a good Holiday Season. I know we all hope for a wonderful new year,
THREE BEAUTIFUL THINGS:
My Dear Husband rolling around the house on his walker. The dogs were puzzled by it.
Ice on my car in the morning! Real ice! And the temperature was down to around 30 degrees F. That's so unusually cold that it was a wonder and an awesome thing.
The grevelia bush out by the driveway burst into hundreds of tiny pink flowers.