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At last, a normal day.
The excess of the holidays is past —
food, gifts, family. Decorations
are put away under the stairs.
Today we'll walk the dog,
rethink resolutions,
rummage the fridge for leftovers,
nap this afternoon.
Tonight we'll build a fire,
start the books we got for Christmas,
relish the quiet.
© by Sarah Russell.
Used with the author's permission.
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Sarah Russell lives in Denver, Colorado with a patient husband and a curly dog named Smudge. She’s the author of two poetry collections—I Lost Summer Somewhere and Today and Other Seasons, and blogs at www.SarahRussellPoetry.net. When she isn’t writing, she gardens, knits, and cheers on her nine grandchildren.
 
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B Colvert:
All well said.
"The miracle of normal days..." YES.
Posted 01/07/2016 12:39 PM
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Sarah Russell:
Thank you all. Yes. The miracle of normal days.
Posted 01/05/2016 07:34 AM
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transitions:
'Normal' days are the best...so good that we forget them -. Enjoyed the poem.
Posted 01/04/2016 12:30 PM
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jeeger:
Yes! A normal day. I love those!!
Posted 01/04/2016 08:17 AM
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Dorcas:
Amen
Posted 01/03/2016 05:28 PM
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Jancan:
Ahh, relaxation and leftovers after a season of excitement! Janice
Posted 01/03/2016 12:58 PM
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Michael:
Wonderful compression of how things really are--at least this is the case at my house.--Michael Escoubas
Posted 01/03/2016 08:12 AM
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rhonasheridan:
I know the feelings well! How I miss not having a dog!
Posted 01/03/2016 04:22 AM
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