Thursday, January 1, 2026

2026

I can think of no better way to spend the first day of 2026 than the way I have so far. Good quiet time, cleaning out flower beds with my husband, playing piano, listening to music, talking with my sons, writing a poem for my dog...


Nala

It's not because 
You have a pretty nose
Or shining eyes,

Leather lips,
Whiskers that make you 
Look wise.

Not that you're sleek
And black and white with
Lanky legs

That fold up
So cutely, or that
You're mostly good--

It's just you.
You that I love, 
For no other reason.