Twenty Ten came in...

Twenty Ten came in quietly at the beach without much fanfare. Unlike some previous New Years Eves, we heard very few fireworks celebrating the start of a new year and a decade as well. The fact that it was windy and raining probably put a damper on most celebrations around here.


I wish I could be more optomistic, like we would all arise on the morning of 1/1/10 to a brand new beginning. Instead the same problems arise with us as usual: war drums and actual wars, ever more unemployment, grinding poverty, drug abuse, and a vast population concerned mostly with just getting by. And how could anyone blame the general public for not paying close attention to everything going on around them when our leaders seem to take the attitude... "we would rather not listen to the people who elected us because we know better than they do."


Ok - Enough of my internal discomfort in print. I made a vow not to sit and stare at the ceiling all winter like I did a few years ago... and here I've almost talked myself into doing just that.


Maybe this will change my mood and yours as well:



















Cranberry Sky

Night is come, another cloudy day is done
stormy skies of rain and wind are gone
across the coast to eastern slopes of quiet hills
to dance among the mist in emerald wilderness
beneath one single precious promise
in an endless universe.

Some trillion billion ancient points of light
adorn a silent night amid a tarnished sky
spinning far and wide sweeping dregs of gray
obscure the Sun, a glowing star of average size
circling on a sure and certain course
to warm a stormy earth.

Behold a brilliant canvas; one touch reveals
blessed gifts for those who pause to gaze
beyond dark shuttered eyes and lives indoors
wipe away a dreary day of gray in life restored
as spirits spent rush home amid a flash
of fiery cranberry sky.



Peace, Mary Ann