Southern Indiana....this morning
The sun was not up yet, but daylight was slowly floating in from the east....
It hit me as I stepped outside for my daily morning walk....
It's in the air-feeling somehow both good and bad at the same time....
A change....
There's a coolness in the air....
The slight smell of decaying leaves....
The first signs of a new season....
I've had a real problem in the past with change....
I stop, close my eyes, and take a deep breath....
As I sigh and start walking again, a falling dead leaf lands in the place I just left....
-Lott
Posted 8-31
There are days in each of our lives
When it rains vextations from morning to night
And all we can do is stop and pray
That tomorrow brings a brighter day!
-Lott
Posted 9-2
As one season slowly fades into another,
I take the time to stop, look around and wonder,
Have I bettered my life somehow, or have I
Just let another season quietly pass me by?
-Lott
Posted 9-3
My Life (so far)
If I could go back and live my life over again,
Knowing all I know now, since my life began,
I'd know just which paths to take whenever trouble came,
I'd forsee each problem, so upon me nothing could be blamed!
I'd have each day all planned out when I got up every morning,
How wonderful! How Marvellous!.....(how boring).
-Lott
posted 9-8
Autumn’s Footsteps
There certainly is no mistaking her approach
On this 45º morning,
But if you are too busy to notice,
Or don't care,
This morning is so calm,
So quiet and crisp,
If you stop and listen,
You can hear
Autumn's footsteps.
-Lott
posted 9-16
The past two days the sun has played
This silly game with me.
When I first get up it is so bright
That I can hardly see.
But as the sleep is rubbed from my eyes,
And I’m ready to go out and play,
Here come those clouds that make me say,
“Oh! What a gloomy day!”
-Lott
posted 9-22
One Year Ago Today
Several years ago I started a project
And have kept at it faithfully,
I keep a written journal,
Telling all that I may see.
I write down most of my thoughts,
All my smiles, all my frowns,
I keep track of my adventures
And daily write them down.
Often I will take the time
To look back, just to know,
What I was doing
Three hundred sixty-five days ago.
Then, after reading what was happening
In my life one year before,
I sometimes become so depressed
That I can’t read anymore.
Because, no matter how nice my life
Currently seems to be,
I usually get this dreadful feeling
That I wish could be explained to me.
You see, no matter how happy I am
As I journey on my way,
One year ago always seems
Somehow better than today.
-Lott
posted 9-23
Rose Petals on the Wind
Perhaps our lives can be compared
To a rosebush, if you will dare.
Each day a new petal, the petals form a rose.
With each passing day, our rosebush grows.
The branches spread out, from far to near,
They are each of our weeks, months, and years.
Good times like leaves, bad times like thorns,
Tears like dew drops which hang in the morn’.
Gardens with many flowers gathered together
Are friendships we make, hopefully forever.
Seasons they come, seasons they go,
Sometimes sun shines, sometimes winds blow.
Sometimes our seeds cause new life to begin,
And our own days slip away....
....like rose petals on the wind.
-Lott
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