A Saturday Morning Poem

In the spirit of being present...

Saturday morning still in my robe

neighbors obscured by newly leafed out trees across the back border of my lawn

Sun on my face, cool breeze brushing my skin

Instant coffee in my red cup

Quiet dog lying at my feet on the cool cement patio 

Robin red breast hops into the yard 

Pulls a wiggly worm from the earth hidden beneath tall blades of green

Looks at us sideways to make sure we are still

Hop, hop, hop through the grass cut yesterday

He looks again 

We are still

     Hop, hop, hop

         Hop, hop, hop 

               He flies away

We are still

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My Love and I

I didn’t expect to love wine this much. 

In college, I spent a lot of time with cheap beer and tequila. A lot of time. That’s what you do in college because money is scarce and fun is a priority and cheap beer and tequila are easily had. 

I liked beer and tequila a lot. I really thought we’d always be together, but eventually my tastes changed. I got tired of the hangovers, the late nights, the loud parties. I wanted more out of life and the cheap beer and tequila weren’t doing anything for me anymore.

I went for years without any sort of spirits. I had kids. A job. I focused on those those parts of my life, but something was missing…

Then one rare night out, someone introduced me to a cabernet. Seductive, rich, complicated… intoxicating. I was infatuated.

Over time, my relationship with wine deepened. Never-ending nuances to discover held my attention and, on occasion, surprised me. I fell in love with wine. 

And now, years later, I still sit down at the end of the day with a glass of wine. Some days, just looking forward to that moment when it touches my lips makes everything else bearable. 

I think you call that love. 

You can follow me on Twitter: @CeceliaHalbert