We only get a glimpse
shades of blue
often shining gold
or back-lit by
a glimpse of hills
beyond who we are
and what we are doing.
A glimpse of me,
beyond this room,
©1996 Sharron R. McMillan
Kindness is never wasted.
If it has no effect on the recipient,
at least it benefits the bestower.
~ S.H. Simmons
There is one word which may serve as a rule of practice for all one’s life — reciprocity. ~Confucius
Reciprocity – a situation or relationship in which two people or groups agree to do something similar for each other, to allow each other to have the same rights..
New cedar like fronds of moss appear on the large erratic out in the woods. It makes me smile to see moss has survived the drought. Makes me feel stronger, seeing survivors around me.
It takes an artist to see beauty in an old mirrored tile at a garage sale and then to hang it on a cedar tree. Lovely.
Night air is moving in,
cool, salted slightly
but still we linger
watching the sky
change into it’s night attire,
pink, purple, golden.
Waves lap at the floating dock,
men throw crab traps into the water,
hope mixed with beauty and seagull songs.
A jet scrapes a white line across the blue
soundlessly leaving somewhere
to go somewhere else
as we linger.
Wanting to hold this moment,
the memories of past years
on this beach,
in this town,
starting this life.
Looking ahead to more
but savouring this particular day
as long as we can.
©2021 Sharron R. McMillan
As much as I hate abbreviations, this is one I love.
The whole town sits a block away
listening to plugged in instruments,
screaming lyrics of inspiration so loud
no one can hear them.
I sit here beside the sea,
waves beat rhythm on the shore,
sea gulls hum their own calm tunes
and rocks trade places
as water rinses off the dust of the day.
This is music to end the day.
©2014 Sharron R. McMillan