cold – Colleen Keller Breuning

Winter is Nigh

As winter approaches, reflected in the changing scenery and personal experiences, the author expresses feelings of nostalgia for autumn. Balancing life’s busyness, warmth from family, preparing for a new grandchild, and festive preparations, the author finds joy in simple moments and embraces life’s imperfect beauty. Happy Thanksgiving wishes are shared.

Wing and a Prayer

This week, Colleen reflects on challenges faced during January while balancing work and self-care, incorporating personal poetry and the phrase “two wrongs don’t make a right.”

Solstice

The post reflects on winter’s arrival, the longest night, and the mix of cozy feelings and longing for family during the holidays. The author shares personal thoughts on healing after surgery, the frustration of being unable to drive, and expresses festive wishes for Christmas and the New Year, filled with love and joy.

The Road to Forgiveness

The content reflects on the theme of forgiveness from a personal and introspective perspective. It highlights the struggle with past betrayals and the choice to embrace forgiveness as a means of reclaiming one’s identity and freedom. The author shares her experiences during a recent trip filled with family joy and the challenges ahead, including an upcoming surgery. Despite the hardships, she emphasizes the importance of patience, resilience, and maintaining a positive outlook as she navigates her journey.

Astray

Astray Bitter winds rustle through the trees,a longing starts deep within mefor light that breaks the darkest days.The autumn sun has gone astray. I want the gold dust from your eyesto warm my bones in turquoise skies.Birdsong chittering in the fray,the autumn sun has gone astray. There’s no more wishes in the well,no hidden secretsContinue reading “Astray”

Stray

Stray Dark loner wanders as the sun goes down,Dirty asphalt beneath his weathered feet.Straying on, past the far edges of town,There is no vacation on these mean streets. Though winter is waning, bitter winds blow,He shivers behind a ramshackle shed.His fur coat matted by cold rain and snowAs visions of summer dance in his head.Continue reading “Stray”