My ride home

I stare out the window of the bus

At sunset’s painterly streaks

Of purple and pink

I shiver

Not at the majesty of nature

But at the blasted, blasting air conditioner

On despite the fall chill

Attention: this is not a haiku

I never did wax poetic about spring (either literally or figuratively), did I? Well, I won’t let the same fate befall my second-favorite season:

 

The leaves have begun their downward dance

Forming mosaics on the ground

While upward

Float memories:

Of a recipe for cranberry muffins

And a rare New York hurricane

Haiku 5: Ode to sleep

I curl up beneath

My warm, soft quilt of patches

Strange dreams fill my head

!,?.

Happy National Punctuation Day, fellow grammar geeks! Why not celebrate with some free ice cream?

Haiku 4

I always forget

And become bewitched by words

Actions are louder

Concise book review No. 7: “The Forgotten Garden”

“The Forgotten Garden,” by Kate Morton, is about an Australian woman who, after the passing of her grandmother, Nell, journeys to Cornwall to continue Nell’s search for answers about her heritage. I figured out part of the solution early on, but no matter– I LOVED this book, with its lovely, evocative language and excellently-crafted characters.

Free ice cream!

I wanted to spread the word that Cold Stone Creamery is giving away ice cream in exchange for a donation to the Make a Wish Foundation on Thursday, September 24, from 5-8 PM. Further details here. Free ice cream: good. Helping sick kids: better. Thanks to my friend Omawarisan for the information.

Words and phrases I could live without version 6.0: nothing but ‘net

These seem to exist pretty much only in Internet Land…at least so far (cue ominous music):

~ made of win

~ ‘shippers

~ squee

 

 

…and 3

A scent on the breeze

Sparks a distant memory

Wondrous is the mind

Haiku 2

September’s chilled air

And its soft, early shadows

Hint at mysteries