Thanksgiving

That I might be able

To show the gratitude

That fills my heart

Local

Towering trees
woodsmoke hovers
twisting, winding, twirling roads
breathtaking vistas seen for moments
(and then hidden from view)
green everywhere
luscious, soothing green
Pops of yellow
Fall leaves or sunshine beams
It's nice to be a local

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Break Free

The tedium and tension of the workweek

respite from routine

celebration and honoring

giving thanks

brief end to meetings and conferences and grades

and tests and lessons and lectures

a break from ringing bells and laughing voices on the playground

a break

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

(this one needs some serious editing -- or scrap-heaping -- but it's from the heart today!)

Always Redux

(Today's prompt was to remix a poem written earlier in the month.  Here is my re-mix of Always.)

Emotions run high. 

Tears flow for no good reason.

Sentimental me. 

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Autumn

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” 
― Albert Camus

Fall lures me outside
The garden wants putting to bed
Preparing for rain and winters delights
Cold in the mornings
Dazzling sun
Fall lures me outside myself

Chores call me outside
Raking.  Stacking.  Pruning
Labor that in summer's heat would bring forth complaints and irritation
Fall renders pleasant, urgent, compelling
The light slants just so
Chores call me outside myself

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

I shouldn't be here . . .

I should be there
with all the excitement and color
and noise
The cheering and green grass and
the crashing of pads and helmets
Touchdowns and fight songs
I should be there
at the Big Game.

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Inspiration

The spark escapes me. 

Hidden in a dark recess of my mind. 

Novel ideas vanish or 

slither away when called upon.

Necessity is the mother of invention, they say. 

Deadlines become necessity 

and force at least a semblance of inspiration. 

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

PS.  I really hated today's suggested topic for a poem so . . . I punted.  How inspired, eh?