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April 27, 2022
Abbe’s Ruminations – April 2022
Some experiences aren’t meant to be repeated. They exist fleetingly, absorb the mind, and are felt throughout the body. To chase after the calm or thrill is futile. Even as I try to explain the essence, words fail me.
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April 21, 2022
The Arrival
Winter tip-toed in
Along our coast
North and south
East and west
Snow covered streets
Mountains and lowlands
Beauty and the beast.
Whitened in silence
The scurry for shelter
warmth and rest,
a blessing or a curse
Pause, give you best
Winter arrived
April 14, 2022
Return
All I asked for was love…
Can you embrace me
As I am?
Open your eyes
The mind will follow
For I’ll return
With joy, laughter, tears
That melts your anger
Softens the fear
To embrace you as you are.
April 7, 2022
Mushroom Caps
Rain begins the game
The start of a village
Our caps protect
The undergrowth
Spores galore
Savor moisture
The fungi cushion
Caps in all shapes, colors
Spread across the terrain
A salute to diversity
Heals souls
We create a village
March 31, 2022
Raindrops Traveling Through a Cloud
The wind carried my teardrop
To the clouds above
Thunder and lightning struck
Delicate strands of love
Already heavy with ocean spray
The tear mingled
With evaporated hope
Salty remnants tingled
A flash, a burst, a pause
As atoms clashed
Wonders ignited
Moon beams splashed
A rainbow of emotions
Filled the puddle below
Glistening, listening
Reflections aglow
The wind blew
The clouds disappeared
Thunder mumbles
My tears cleared
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March 30, 2022
Abbe’s Ruminations – March 2022
Welcome to my newsletter, Abbe's Ruminations. I mull, contemplate, ponder - old and new experiences, finding what I call the joy and laughter of repetition or the abandonment to not knowing.
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March 24, 2022
The Walker
On a small island, I’m the character
In the city, I don’t matter
A country home gives me anonymity
Neighbors question with ambiguity
Who is the lady walker
Sometimes talker
Rain or shine I make my rounds
I see stories unfold
Of young and old
Babies arrive
Dogs die
Always alone, I keep the peace
Even when I’ve called the police
From their windows they notice
If I fail to show
They will know.
March 17, 2022
Calls from Above
I hear your calls or are they pleas?
Meet me at the Oatmeal Cloud
It’s time to share a cup of tea
Or make your latte, as you choose.
Your star flickers, a dim shadow
Don’t waver with your projects
Your unending desire for change
The time has come to leave
I await you as I promised
Arms wide, a cartoon hug
Ready to embrace your remains
I promise to be more gentle
More storms will come
A rainbow or two
Why stay when I’m up here?
Who holds you tethered?
My answer is simple
Hope is a gift of the living
I’ll stay till the young one’s sing
Voices strong to the Heavens
Youth, my tulips of spring
Lying in wait, to blossom
With new energy
I’ll rise in my own good time.
March 10, 2022
Dreams
I dreamt the impossible
Keen visions of a life enveloped
In wisdom
Aged like wine
Unstoppable
Savored lips, seldom sipped
Slim fortunes developed
Skies the limit
Giddy clouds of soul’s spirit.
March 3, 2022
Treasures of Inspiration
Nuggets picked up along the way
Mental pockets of visions.
The glimmer of water droplets on a spider’s web
The doe eyes of a deer mesmerized at my presence
The sound of frogs croaking in unison
The fringes of an unfurling fern frond
The white crown of an eagle soaring
The flat stone that fits in my palm
The mornings hush
The evenings calm
Pockets filled with the days wishes.
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