One perk to living ten stories up is the clear view of sunrise on the horizon, expressing varying colors on different days, under different conditions. On more than one occasion, I have witnessed the dawn paint glass buildings in magical, fleeting, ruddy hues.
Morning Sky
A carnelian dawn burnishes
the glass facade of a high-rise to ruby.
An enchanted canvas
until the sun bleaches
brazen wild-rose to coquettish pink
to the tedious translucency of Wednesday.
Kaleidoscopic shades
tucked away in pockets like talismans
by the new hire and corner office exec, alike.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Monday, July 24, 2017
Cool Front
Two weeks in equatorial heat begged for a north woods fix, and that's where we've been the past few days. The weather up there was beautiful but humid, initially. However, after visiting Singapore in July I will never again complain about any humidity we encounter here.
Cool Front
Steady enough
to nudge heavy air out of hushed pines,
dry yesterday's dish towel,
dispel my peevishness.
A breeze with aspirations
finally tousles treetops,
glad-hands boughs, negotiates a reprieve,
lets the wind chimes breathe.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
Cool Front
Steady enough
to nudge heavy air out of hushed pines,
dry yesterday's dish towel,
dispel my peevishness.
A breeze with aspirations
finally tousles treetops,
glad-hands boughs, negotiates a reprieve,
lets the wind chimes breathe.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
Sunday, July 16, 2017
High School Reunion
Impressions of two weeks in Singapore: an island nation on the equator, a country of almost 6 million people, a land crowded with high rises, fantastic food, intense heat, high humidity, and, of course, Andrew's home.
A family reunion and the college graduation of his grandniece coaxed us to travel to the other side of the globe. What memories will endure with these fresh-faced young graduates? And what will they recall decades from now about their experiences?
Last summer I finally attended a high school reunion of my own, and it left me with these thoughts.
High School Reunion
Tonight everyone's an intimate: the Army
recruiter and the dissident, the accountant
and the artist.
Yet when did this classmate become
so rotund, that one so drawn?
And why did my own friends not attend?
Not interested or lingering adolescent angst?
Like memories of a carpool
that picked up my neighbor and left me
at the bus stop: nose buried in books,
feigning disdain, and no date for the dance.
Friendships with kindred spirits thwarted:
one lived across town, another belonged
to the opposite sex.
Significant roadblocks to teenage rapport.
Tonight without fallback confidants
I linger with others from classes past,
and find affinity.
The night's end underscores
"What might have beens," as promises
to "Keep in touch" drift
like casual motes on the evening air.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
A family reunion and the college graduation of his grandniece coaxed us to travel to the other side of the globe. What memories will endure with these fresh-faced young graduates? And what will they recall decades from now about their experiences?
Last summer I finally attended a high school reunion of my own, and it left me with these thoughts.
High School Reunion
Tonight everyone's an intimate: the Army
recruiter and the dissident, the accountant
and the artist.
Yet when did this classmate become
so rotund, that one so drawn?
And why did my own friends not attend?
Not interested or lingering adolescent angst?
Like memories of a carpool
that picked up my neighbor and left me
at the bus stop: nose buried in books,
feigning disdain, and no date for the dance.
Friendships with kindred spirits thwarted:
one lived across town, another belonged
to the opposite sex.
Significant roadblocks to teenage rapport.
Tonight without fallback confidants
I linger with others from classes past,
and find affinity.
The night's end underscores
"What might have beens," as promises
to "Keep in touch" drift
like casual motes on the evening air.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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