October 25th – Write 31 Days – Golden Mornings

golden-morningsIn fall, it’s common to wake up to lots of clouds with the threat of rain. I’m typing this on the 24th where the prediction of rain is at 100%…. It’s currently raining.  I could have sworn there was only a 30% chance, but that is so far from what it’s doing now.

But some mornings there is this thick blanket of clouds, the mountains shrouded with mist and the cold wind blowing; yet in the east, there is this break, right over the mountains. Just enough of a break for the sun to come up a shining, dazzling diamond. Breaking through the mist, shining so bright through the pines, giving everything a golden glow to the otherwise cold morning.

Morning that comes but once,
Considers coming twice-
Two Dawns upon a single Morn,
Make Life a sudden price.
~Emily Dickinson


Dear Mornings – Writing 101 Day 8

Dear Mornings,

I have given you up to sleep. Not that you have ever been much of a friend of mine, but you are sometimes lovely when I actually do see you. I find you hard to be around when I am so tired all the time and I enjoy the company of Night so much better.  I spent the summer in your company, when the Sun was hot and you were so bright. But at the same time, I had to endure you as I worked on days I didn’t want to. So you are a thing I love and hate at the same time.

When it’s winter, I want to sleep you away because you are cold, but there is nothing better than sitting up and your gentle quietness and enjoy your company with a cup of coffee…. or two. Your foggy days are chilly and moody, sometimes like me. But it’s your sunny bright days I love the best. When you shine with so much sparkle, it’s like a fairy tale.

In the spring you are heralding the day with birds and sun and flowers and warmth that is comforting. In the summer you blaze out first thing, like a puppy, ready to spring the heat on me. You can be delightful, but sometimes you are a bit tiring. You are too exuberant for me to want to be that excited to see you. And in the autumn, you are just right. You are cold and crisp, just enough to make me notice you. You smell of spicy fires and cold mountain air. You remind me of your cousin mornings in southern mountains. I like you best of all then.

But even at moments of liking you, I never visit that much because I spend more time with Night. He’s so much more appealing in my writing state. He gets me. He totally understands that I need his enveloping darkness to feel secure.

Ah, Mornings. I don’t know how often we will spend time together, but one day I hope I will be able to enjoy you more. At least you see me a bit more right now that Father Time has set his clock back.


The Girl who likes to sleep

A Fall List






Wood Smoke

Wildfire Smoke

Pipe Smoke

Hazy Sun

Lazy Sun

Burning Sun

Sweet Grass

Spicy Pine

Colored Trees








Okay, this is probably really terrible.  It’s a list poem, horrible in it’s single wordness, but I didn’t have time to tackle the actual late summer/autumn post I wanted to do. I hope to tackle it tomorrow.  So, if you are into list poems, enjoy…..

Signing off


Violet Sort of Girl

Today Jaclyn Rae posted a blog titled, ‘I’m a Sunflower. What are You?‘.   Now, the post didn’t really go into details about why she is a sunflower, but it got me thinking.

What kind of flower am I?

Yeah, no, this isn’t one of those whoo hoo mystically weird posts.  I don’t do that.


If I could be a flower, I would be a wild violet. 

Ok, yeah, this is a johnny jump up, but I can't find my violet pictures.

Granted, that stems partly from it being my favorite flower.  It’s a shy sort of flower, but it packs a wallop in scent.  You can smell them on a warm spring day, the scent wafting up from the shady hidden depths of the lawn.  Though, for the record, they actually do much better in the sun, and sunshine makes them smell better.

I love violets.  They are usually the first sign of spring around here, though lately the wild cyclamen is fighting for that position.  Well, either way, cyclamen, violets, they are both gorgeous in the spring.  Especially after an amazingly loooooooonnnnnggggg winter.  This was one of those years.

After months of rain, snow, wind, snow, rain, fog, clouds, rain, snow, rain, oh and did I mention rain?  It’s been nice to see sun, (though that has been limited) and spring flowers.


Crocuses, hepatica, cyclamen, violets, blue weedy flowers that I have no idea what they are called, daffodils starting to poke their sunny heads up.  It’s about time!  I seriously thought I was going to go nuts with all the rain and snow.

Oh, here’s irony for you.  The first day of spring it snowed eight inches of snow!  Eight inches!  Puleez.  Thankfully it was practically all melted by the time 3pm rolled around.  Go figure.

Now, I am not totally complaining, oh, and I promise the ‘valley girl’ talking will end in a moment here,  but I do crave some sun occasionally.  We do need it to survive.

Someone asked me how my day was yesterday.  I think I surprised him when I beamed at him and said, “really good.  It’s sunny, and it’s always a good day if there is sun.”  I actually coaxed a smile out of this person who never  smiles.  See, so even that made it a good day.

And this post really has nothing to do with anything, but well, I needed something to write about and well, flowers are always a good thing.

Signing off