Complexity

Waiting for simpler things.

Complexity grows

This time of year.

We wait for the Baby.

We wait for snow.

We wait for light.

We wait for family to arrive,

However they come.

We wait for them

To leave.

Complexity grows

With all we have added,

Nativity pageants are larger

Than anything

We’ve ever seen.

Everything demands

A crowd.

I yearn

For Silent Night

Sung with simple guitar accompaniment

Followed by moon and stars

Maybe some snow.

Far from the madding crowd

Last day in Florida.  We leave for home in the morning.  Different families operate at different decibel levels. This one is considerably louder than is my custom.  My beloved's parents keep their home at 78 F.  I am still a Minnesota girl.

Here

It is loud

And very warm.

I have found a spot

Under the fan,

Far from the madding crowd.

I come and go.

I wonder why

It took me so long

To figure out

This place of quiet

And moving air.