Sunday, December 12, 2010


Tip-tapping toes
To the bathroom
And a yellow light
My little one is up
For the morning

Glimmering through the haze
Of morning, the sun's
Yellow warmth melts
The blue frost
On neighbor's rooftops

Sparkling from eaves
Patterned across a crisp lawn
Bulbs light the way
With holiday cheer

Over there
Closer with every step
The light at the end of the tunnel
As my heart beats faster

The plane, high in the dark
The black of sky
Seeks the lights below
The strong lines
Guiding it in to its new place

Lights show the path
Of expectation
Of hope
Of rebirth
Of the new


  1. just keep following those beautiful lights. your words are comforting. hope all is well.

  2. I am ever on the look out for the new. May your destination be everything you are ever on the look out for Shakes!

  3. Nice... I'm glad you shared it with us.

  4. My house is now empty, mostly, and I'm down to the last of the kitchen packing, painting a few doors white and plastering over the nail holes here and there. The hubby's cleaning carpets Saturday, and then, God willing, we're out of here, on vacation until January, when we fly in, unpack the stuff we've kept, and set up shop in Georgia.

    I'm starting to get excited about it all.