This past year, and March in particular, have thrown me for a loop. I haven’t posted since March 31st, the last day of the Slice of Life Challenge. I suspect that might be the longest time I’ve not blogged in years! While I’m not sure I’m ready to fully dive back in, I’ve missed my writing communities. Today, after more than three weeks away and a full week of spring break, I’m dipping my toes in the water.
The Gift of a Hammock
how delightful to swing
amidst fresh air and trees
moving gently with the breeze or
motionless and carefree
open book beside me
content to the core
keenly aware only of the present
Last Friday and Saturday were warm and delightful. I took full advantage, dug out the hammock, hung it, and promptly fell asleep in the sunshine. Bliss. This week, while thankfully not the snowy and rainy week forecasted, still had temperatures stubbornly hovering in the mid 40s. Sigh… The hammock now looks lonely in the back yard, and Spring feels a bit shy this year.
This week’s Poetry Friday is hosted by Irene Latham at her blog, Live Your Poem.
Nix the comfort zone 
Mid-40’s. Brrrrr. Wishing you more hammock weather to gently swing and be present in!
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Thanks for the hammock weather wishes. It was about freezing this morning when I awoke. But we’re supposed to hit 57˚ today–with ample sunshine. A gift, for sure!
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I think the peacefulness of your poem could rock me to sleep. 🙂
So nice to see you back!
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Thanks, Karen. It’s such a soft landing of a community 🙂
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Yikes, so sorry I spammed you! My comment didn’t appear to be posting from my end. 😵💫😄
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No worries! Thanks for reading and commenting!
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I love your dreamy hammock. I’m glad you’re back.
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Thanks, Margaret! I’m hoping to be a bit more present in a few different ways!
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Molly, so good to read your words and see your spring peeper toes! Spring got steamrolled by summer in these parts…wishing you many more sweet hammock moments. xo
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Summer steamrolling sounds awful! Poor southern spring! Thanks again for hosting.
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I am absolutely delighted to see those toesies in a hammock AND on the blog. And, “open book beside me,” sounds delicious.
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Thanks, Linda! Poetry Friday is a great place to make a soft re-entry. 🙂
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Hi Molly! Good to see you. I have a negative hammock association (a childhood sleepover! so uncomfortable to be two to a hammock!) but you make it look comfy. xo
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I’m so sorry to hear about your negative hammock association. What a bummer! Reading and dozing in the hammock is one of my all-time favorite things to do!
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Ahh, the kindness of a hammock to cradle you when you need rest. Good for you, Molly, for listening to your heart’s need.
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I will now forever think of my hammock “cradling” me. Thanks for that!
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Welcome back! Glad you have enough energy to come back, even if for a toe-dipping. Maybe like spring in Maine, you need to take your own sweet time coming back to “life.” We know you’ve got a bloom in you. We’ll wait.
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Thanks, Mary Lee, for all the support and for writing lovely poetic comments!
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Molly, love all the long e breezy sounds in your poem. Welcome back to your blog. We missed you. Love that you had two warm hammocky days. You look so comfy!
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