Inspiration comes in fits and spurts, laced with time, warmed with the heart. Each of my offerings began with a whisper, a pause to see, hear, and reflect.
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A Meal for the Soul
A slice of warm homemade bread
A cup of hot cider
White cheese, a bowl of soup
A hand offered
A book read
A listening ear
A word of encouragement.
The Arrival
Winter tip-toed in
Along our coast
North and south
East and west
Snow covered streets
Mountains and lowlands
Beauty and the beast.
Whitened in silence
The scurry for shelter
warmth and rest,
a blessing or a curse
Pause, give you best
Winter arrived
Return
All I asked for was love…
Can you embrace me
As I am?
Open your eyes
The mind will follow
For I’ll return
With joy, laughter, tears
That melts your anger
Softens the fear
To embrace you as you are.
Mushroom Caps
Rain begins the game
The start of a village
Our caps protect
The undergrowth
Spores galore
Savor moisture
The fungi cushion
Caps in all shapes, colors
Spread across the terrain
A salute to diversity
Heals souls
We create a village
Raindrops Traveling Through a Cloud
The wind carried my teardrop
To the clouds above
Thunder and lightning struck
Delicate strands of love
Already heavy with ocean spray
The tear mingled
With evaporated hope
Salty remnants tingled
A flash, a burst, a pause
As atoms clashed
Wonders ignited
Moon beams splashed
A rainbow of emotions
Filled the puddle below
Glistening, listening
Reflections aglow
The wind blew
The clouds disappeared
Thunder mumbles
My tears cleared
The Walker
On a small island, I’m the character
In the city, I don’t matter
A country home gives me anonymity
Neighbors question with ambiguity
Who is the lady walker
Sometimes talker
Rain or shine I make my rounds
I see stories unfold
Of young and old
Babies arrive
Dogs die
Always alone, I keep the peace
Even when I’ve called the police
From their windows they notice
If I fail to show
They will know.
About Abbe
Abbe Rolnick grew up in the suburbs of Baltimore, Maryland. Her first major cultural jolt occurred at age 15 when her family moved to Miami Beach, Florida. To find perspective, she climbed the only non-palm tree at her condo complex and wrote what she observed. History came alive with her exposure to Cuban culture. After attending Boston University, she lived in Puerto Rico, where she owned a bookstore. Once Stateside, she capitalized on the knowledge she gained as an independent bookstore owner and worked for one of the finest bookstores, Village Books, in Bellingham, Washington. Once a CEO of a manufacturing firm and owner of a healthy foods café, she is now retired and spends her time writing.
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