Out My Window

I didn’t see him until he twitched his ears.  Well hidden while mom takes a much-needed break.  I like to think she brought him for grandma to take care of, right outside my studio.

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “The Eagle”

When All Things Change

Barred Owl

When all things change,
we change too,
for we come to know and see through
all the illusions.
~Barry Hardy

‘Best Before’ Date 2

Big trees stand
and big trees fall.
Live things die.
That is all.

Soon we’ll know
when it is time.
We are no longer
in our prime.

Until then, get up and smile,
be thankful for the sun.
Get busy, do and be your best
get all those projects done.

For now forget the dates,
get on with life each day.
When it’s time there will be no doubt
we’ll simply fly away.

©2017 Sharron R. McMillan

‘Best Before’ Date 1

We’re well past our ‘best before dates’
at least, I am.
Some things do not rot, sour or become mouldy.
Maybe I am one of those.
Still useful even though not the newest, freshest or best.

When I am no longer useful
there is no point in shoving me to the back of the shelf
because it’s too hard to dispose of me.
I never want to just be taking up space
like some old knickknack on a dusty shelf,
in the way but kept and dusted
for some forgotten reason.

©2017  Sharron R. McMillan

So Where Was I

So, where was I
in my life story?
I left.
That was not the end
but the beginning.
I could write scenes,
of a naïve young woman
taken for a joy ride through half her life
or
how she survived
because of those who loved her
even though she left.
It could be fiction with names changed
to protect the guilty,
biographical fiction
where only I know the real parts,
true, honest, factual –
a life sliced up for the feasting.
or
it could all be filed away neatly
in brown file folders
crammed into cabinet drawers
that contain
all of me,
the unabridged,
unimagined
truth.

That’s where I am
in my life story,
and where I’ll stay
but for the bits
I dare to share
one at a time
with those who care
enough
to see the me
that is still all there.

©2006 Sharron R. McMillan

Do It

Looking is not doing,
Hearing is not doing,
Talking is not doing,
only Doing is doing.

Fungi

He Who Is Generous

Douglas Squirrel with fir cone

He who is generous will be blessed.
~Proverb

Anxious Thoughts

“When my anxious thoughts multiply within me
Thy consolations delight my soul.”
~Psalm

Morning Coffee

Smoke coming from the chimney in the house assures me coffee is almost ready.  Mornings are still chilly these days even though it’s June.