Life's Too Short Not to Attend a Funeral

Life’s too short not to attend a funeral and praise

A life from birth to the grave.

Life’s too short not to listen to a witness

Speak of charity, perseverance and delightful wishes.

Life’s too short not to relish

Stories of adventures and experiences to cherish.

Life’s too short not to convey

Respect and gratitude with a few hours of your day.

Life’s too short not to notice a family finding solace

In compassion when a treasured life is lost.

Life’s too short not to wait and see

What another life might challenge you to be.

Life’s too short not to pause and remember

Moments of sadness but years of laughter.

                                                           

                                                   

Seasons of an Electric City

Seasons of an Electric City

by Katy Brown Glymph

Your air turns cold as expected,

Yet we fret over fickle weather predicted,

Then laugh at ourselves for doubting your snowy surprise,

Oh, how you jest.

Some groan. Some dance,

At your attempt to make us rest.

Your temperatures warm and please,

And we delight in the early aroma, knowing you tease,

Then marvel at the pink, yellow, purple, and white blooms.

Oh, how you renew.

Some drive. Some walk,

On your streets lined with the softest hue.

Your heat takes our breath away,

But we gather, splash, sweat and play,

Then smack the mosquitoes and search for relief indoors.

Oh, how you ignite.

Some travel. Some stay,

As your landscape bursts at daylight.

Your trees amaze with their display,

For we lengthen our sleeves and watch our teams play,

Then carve and decorate, speak of blessings, and feast.

Oh, how you submit.

Some retire. Some pray,

In your early evenings, cool and moonlit.    

  

Your seasons electrify our community,

So we make a home, build friendships, find opportunity,

Then open our hearts and minds, and smile content.

Oh, how you grace.

Some ridicule. Some cherish,

Within your city of familiar face.