Archive for the ‘Prose’ Category

Bringing in the Dawn

Monday, April 12th, 2010

Today I found out what birds really do
Their task starts when the morning sky
Gives the glimmer of a new day

That time is called Astronomical Twilight
The time between dawn and sunrise
It’s that time period when the sky is not completely lit
Nor is it completely dark

The birds awaken at the very start of
The Astronomical Twilight
…today it was 4:35am

Every bird
Whether adult or baby
Participates in the feat

As one their song starts
One charming choir
Singing their most heartfelt melody
To appeal to the sun

From Astronomical Twilight to Sunrise
The birds sing in tune
And tirelessly with their request

The sun hears the birds
With the encouragement to rise
Thus brings in a new day

For eons the birds have had their way

ILIA
© 12 April 10

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Handmade Happiness

Monday, August 24th, 2009

Handmade happiness is something that stirs the heart, creates big smiles and brings joy.  It’s something that you cannot buy and its attained only by giving.

It’s called handmade happiness because it comes in the form of a hug, a handshake and even as a gesture – both literally and figuratively.

It’s a compliment well deserved, a smile that is contagious, a pat on the shoulder or an A+ on an exam.  These actions qualify as handmade happiness.

Creators of handmade happiness are family, friends, co-workers and strangers – it can even be your pet that runs to greet  you when you come home, a bird that sings just for you, a hummingbird that gets very close or a butterfly that gives you a kiss on the lips.

Handmade happiness can be a fellow driver stopping to let you out on a busy street, a person holding the door open for you or even saying to another “have a great day.”

Handmade happiness can be found in the wonders of life such as the very first brand new leaves unfurling in the springtime, a seedling popping up through the ground and in the fragrance of fresh blooms.

Handmade happiness can never be captured or canned, it won’t be found in stores and it cannot be held in your hands but it can be inspired by another, it can be passed along and it can brighten your day.

Even the memory of handmade happiness can make one happy once again.

ILIA
© Copyright 2009

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A Year

Saturday, July 26th, 2008

August 15th, 2007

A year can pass like a single day
A decade or two becoming an old shoe Comfy and warm
and familiar When havoc plays into the days
And life has to start anew
Without the comforts
Without familiarity
When you are left with a cold place
Where it once was warmth
And the focus is on that emptiness
Please take a moment
Know that you have friends
That care about you
Although the void cannot be filled
By any other
There are still joys
To be found in life

ilia

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