the blue muse

january and a new year

bits of december still hanging in the kitchen

transitions and change and change and change

life dances to its own tune, always

the tinkling sound of wind chimes or

the blast of sousa’s symphony

i clean my desk and carry my baggage

plodding on

moving forward

pulling down dusty decoration

and cleaning slates

again

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an imitation tree with an imitation shadow

january is undecided about winter

20˚ one day, 50˚ the next

and i am undecided about january

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wishing you a weekend filled with light

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I’m thinking this amaryllis is due to open tomorrow, on the first day of 2015.

I kind of like that.

2014 was a year of sweet beginnings and oh-so-hard endings.

The cycle-circle of life spun ’round me in a whirlwind.

I stood in the center, holding flowers tightly in both hands.

I danced and I was brought to my knees.

And in between, I stood, silent,

soaking up the sun,

listening.

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Wishing you beauty and grace in the year to come.

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may you be surrounded by the love and light of family and friends

peace and smiles to you

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sweet dancing snowmen

just wishing for snowflakes

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whimsical horses

running through stars

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five kinds of cookies

just waiting for children

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tiny blue belsnickel

hidden in plain sight

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swirling and whirling

through days filled with color

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twinkling eyes and belly laughs

and lights making merry

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