Burying Yesterdays

February 17, 2021February 17, 2021 | aeporterfield

In response to February Writing Prompts at Putting My Feet in the Dirt. (I love these prompts! Thank you so much for the inspiration!)

Burying Yesterdays

I buried my yesterdays,

buried them deep

in the rich earth.

I nourished them with tears,

warmed them with joy,

and watched them grow

into a beautiful today,

fortified by wisdom,

wanting nothing more

than to stand in the

light of now

and be happy.

Photo by Felix Mittermeier on Pexels.com

Winter Wonders

February 14, 2021February 14, 2021 | aeporterfield

I’ve been interested in photography as a hobby for a while now, but I have found it to be prohibitively expensive. So, several years ago my husband bought me some little lenses that stick on your phone’s camera. He found them on Groupon Goods for $7. You can read more about them here. The set came with a wide-angle lens and a fish-eye lens, but I have had the most fun with the little macro lens. We are having a real winter here for the first time in ages, and I was able to get up close and personal with some flurries.

We are expecting several more inches of snow over the next few days. This will be the biggest snow event we’ve seen since I was little, and I’m so excited for my kids to experience a “real” winter snow! Hopefully I’ll be able to get some good shots of the kids and the snow this week. Fingers crossed that we don’t lose power during all this. I made sure to get our bread and milk yesterday 🙂

Stay safe and warm, and enjoy the snow!

One Last Reminder

February 13, 2021February 13, 2021 | aeporterfield

In response to February Writing Prompts at Putting My Feet in the Dirt.

A blue crayon

grasped in a chubby fist

made these marks,

that I can’t bring myself

to wash away.

One last reminder

of the baby you were.

Where my eyes see the boy you are,

and my mind imagines

the man you are becoming,

My heart holds my baby tightly,

like a blue crayon

grasped in a chubby fist.

If I Were the Wind

February 12, 2021February 15, 2022 | aeporterfield

In response to February Writing Prompts at Putting My Feet in the Dirt.

If I were the wind,

I would tousle your hair,

caress your face,

and whisper in your ear.

I would lift ladies’ skirts

and snatch men’s hats

to make you laugh.

I would clear your cloudy skies,

keep your kite aloft,

but steal your balloon.

Love and loss are so intimately related.

I would lay flower petals,

seeds, and feathers at your feet.

I would lift your prayers to heaven.

And I would carry your scent,

and the echoes of your voice with me

forever and ever.

d’verse prompt- after St. Valentine left the building

Soggy Socks

December 5, 2020 | aeporterfield

After a drizzly morning,

clearing clouds reveal

the remnants of a rainy day.

Pooling puddles shine

like mirrored glass

on the sidewalks,

just right for jumping.

Little legs running,

frog-hopping feet

splish-splashing,

sending water flying.

Soaking sneakers, soggy socks,

and a little boy

bending to examine

a wriggling worm.

Cathedral

November 26, 2020November 27, 2020 | aeporterfield

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” From Sand and Foam, Kahlil Gibran, 1926

Step softly into this sacred space

Of prayers, whisper-soft

Carried on bird’s wings

To heaven, shining through leaves

Of stained glass.

Step softly into this cathedral

And walk into

The welcoming arms

Of God.

Growing

November 23, 2020November 27, 2020 | aeporterfield

I happened upon this tree while I was walking my dog and I was so struck by it. The tree has grown up through the fence, and now the fence is a part of the tree. I thought, well, it’s kind of like life, isn’t it? We don’t get to choose the circumstances into which we are born, or the obstacles and challenges we will face. But we were meant to grow through them. Our challenges make us who we are. They grow us into who we are meant to be.

That, and it also looks like the tree ate the fence.

om nom nom…