Awake before dawn

The room dark, the breeze blows in

Slumber calls me back.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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Superbowl Sunday

Ribs, and chips, and dips and drinks

Diet starts today.

I realized this morning that we have an unofficial, but real season from Thanksgiving through Superbowl, which should be called Stuff Your Face Season.  During this season it’s hard to maintain a certain weight, and almost impossible to lose any.  Even with “in earnest” dieting between the banquets.  I’m glad it’s over!  Time to actually start using that Y membership I get for free with my health insurance!

By Deborah E. Dayen

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Bleary-eyed, I seek

Solace in muted shadows

And quiet whispers

By Deborah E. Dayen

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Silver moonlight dusts

The landscape outside my door.

Silence of small hours.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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Living from center

Feeling every nuance

Exhilarating

By Deborah E. Dayen

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Love grows in places

The ego cannot dream of

Treasure in my heart

By Deborah E. Dayen

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The old shoes were soft

My feet slid in and were sure

Walked a hundred miles

By Deborah E. Dayen

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Eyes laden with sleep

Drifting into deep slumber

Waves of dreams engulf

Radiant sunlight

Fills my soul upon waking

To your gentle touch

By Deborah E. Dayen

Arms and legs tangle

Touching, searching and probing

Afternoon delight

By Deborah E. Dayen

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