On Our Way Home

Carpe Diem #884 on our way home: the scent of early rice, the tomb also shakes, autumn coolness, red more red, a lovely name, how pitiful
On our way home from our miniChristmas vacation, we discussed the Flying Squirrels that was in our rooms.  He was captured humanely and we let him go.  We  had thick fog and beautiful cloudscapes to view as we came around each bend in the road.  The car was full of the delicious smells of all the holiday baking we did on our trip.

 

large eyes starring
a flying squirrel now trapped
refuses a treat

 

 

with each mountain curve
we are greeted with thick fog
and the scent of chocolate

 

 

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This has been a year with many personal losses. Last November we unexpectedly lost a good family friend and then  I found out that my best friend had developed yet another form of cancer.  The first week in February I lost  both of my hospice  clients with whom we had a lot of family connections. The greatest losses were of my best friend in the summer and the loss of my father-in-law in October.  Yet it also been a year filled with many  joys.  Through hospice I have reconnected with a dear friend as I have the blessing  of working with her mother every week. We have also taken many trips and had the joy of time with our grandchildren.  …And in February, I shall have a new granddaughter.

 

after the funeral
we stand around shaking
in the piercing wind

 

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in autumn’s glow
great losses mingled
with quiet joys

 

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Christmas Eve
on the memorial bench
a puddle of rain

 

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 my winter garden
ripened moonflower pods
burst
next to the landscape rock
hopes of a Christmas Rose

 

 

 

 

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