Photo Credit: kat 2015

This week roared in like a lion as cooler blustery winds ushered in the last days of Autumn. The kitchen called for a batch of vegan chili while steamy teapots sputtered and hissed. With gilded gold paper cranes dangling, we honored those who served and remembered those lost, while petty people argued about red cups. This week of happy reunions and ghost sightings we never suspected the tragic turn that this 13th Friday of November held for a beloved nation…for all of us…as the last leaves of summer were plucked from tree limbs. So many words…so many emotions…this is the week that was as I reflect on it one last time in verse…

Sunday Week in Review – 15 November 2015

Fragile limbs exposed await
Rebirth in the Spring.
Weath’ring every storm.
but I am delighted to report that I have a keeper here.
To sputter and hiss,
Like a whistling pot
“Just blowing off steam…”
ambient lamp light glows warm
I hardly noticed
like moth to flame, besotted.
Healing dreams come true
golden delicious butter
hoarding lies, like gold.
The hopes, fears and dreams we shared back before life got complicated.
But there they are!
Starbucks Cups…REALLY?
a nation solemnly declares
Suffer(s) no critics
with all eyes on her now
For the people of Paris…
I watch you cling
to the last leaves of
summer
rising from the depths
Forgive him, she did…for herself.

~ kat 15 November 2015

If you’re new to this blog, a bit of background to explain the verse above. It is a line from each poem or prose from the previous week. Lifted and placed in the order written. A snapshot review of the week. It helps me clean the slate…reflect, and ready myself for the new week.