I guess what we mourn over in midlife is not the past people and places of our youth, but the loss of our naïve hearts and minds. ~Jenny Miller

We shrug off the weary garment

and fly home to God

Where first, as we fly through

the endless expanse of the stars

and space,

through an endless universe, universes,

past planets, such beautiful shining

brightness against the dark --

On our way we are told perhaps

"Guess what - want to know the secret?"

"Yes" we answer.

- by Jenny Miller

#1 Autumn: 2020 ~ Ornamental Horticulture ~Koelreuteria bipinnata

 

There is a certain kind of tree

called a Chinese Lantern

because it has foliage in the fall

that looks like colorful Chinese

lanterns

and they sway softly

in the breeze.

-by Jenny Miller

Bayberry Candles

The scent of Bayberry candles

will forever bring me back to a time

of deciduous woods,

a colonial white house,

a crisp and colorful fall

and the burnt orange,

warm simplicity 

of the seventies.

-by Jenny Miller

On the Road Home

How can I be

authenticated

as I am

as I am

as you are

as you are

How can I be

authenticated

in all things

to all people

I encounter

on the road home.

-by Jenny Miller

written 7/15/2020

COVE

All that was known is gone.
As you were sleeping,
Life went on.

The pumpkins
the frost
the flowers
all lost.

All is in a daze
As you lose track
of days.

It seems everything
Now measured
All in the past.
How long will this last?

Will there still be seasons?
Will there still be holidays,
birthdays, remembrances,
Celebrations?

It feels all hope is lost
And hands are stuck,
on clocks.

by Jenny Miller
4/29/2020

Perhaps?

Perhaps
at times
my propensity
to seem oblivious
and aloof
is mistaken for
things going un-noticed.

This is not true.

Perhaps
at times
the smile on my face
is mistaken for
a disconnected
sophomoric
response to
a serious or sensitive
matter.

This also is not true.

Sometimes people make a choice
to react in certain ways
so as to attempt to dispel
some tension or pain
for others
as well as themselves.

Perhaps at times I seem to make light
when something is heavy
or
I seem to laugh
when there should be a silent pause.
What else to do? I often do not know.

But in my heart I am there with you,
the exact same as you
matching you
and I know.
I feel what you feel
and I can assure you.
In my heart, in my soul
this is the truth.
you are not alone.
I hold your feelings, I hold your hand,
I am sorry, I empathize, I bleed inside for it all.
I hold your hand, I love you.

Perhaps, you did not know.

~by Jenny Miller