Goodnight World

A soft glow of the moon reflects onto the  sturdy evergreens in the silence of the warm September night. Subtly, a bird glides across the sky to it's nest to settle for a hushed sleep. Rabbits jump to their burrows and find peace. Half of the world settles down for the aged part of the new day. Breezes of a  determined  fall wind disperse their blows across the fields and over the hills, for the land to feel it's freedom.

  Little kids slip on their pajamas and reach for their favorite stuffed animal. They brush their teeth and comb their hair. Rubbing their eyes, they hug their parents goodnight and wish them a well sleep. While they settle into bed, their lamp is turned off and their eyes flutter to a shut. Another day of youth, another day of innocence has passed them by and prepares them for the next. They sleep, and they dream of places they'll go and things they'll do. Young dreamers, they are. 

This night inches toward dawn every minute that passes. Slowly, the earth is tilting to share the sun with the world."Night time is when the most beautiful and purest of things happen", a philosopher once said. And indeed they do.

Shadow

                 The light and glory shines on her.

                 People admire who she is.

                  Their thoughts? I concur.

                  Maybe it's her beauty, maybe it's her ability of showbiz.

                  I'm a shadow in her spotlight.

                  It doesn't feel wrong,

                  But it doesn't feel right.

                   I'll go on

                 

                  She'll go on. 

                   We'll go on.

                    We should,

                    

                   Together.... as sisters.
                 
                    Shadows can be good.

"Life Ain't No Crystal Stair"

Author's Note: I wrote this text analysis in response to Langston Hughes poem, "Mother to Son".

The symbolism in this poem are the stairs and every fault in the staircase like tacks, splinters, broken boards, etc. . I think the reason the author, Langston Hughes,used a staircase for the main symbolism is because life has many steps. Some small and some so big you don't know how or if you'll accomplish that "step" and overcome that "splinter". This author is very wise in how he told the story of a mother confiding in her son of what she's experienced and what he'll experience as time goes on.

 In this story, the mother is saying that her life hasn't led up to be something amazing. She experienced very hard times and never really had anything "easy". Those kind of things tend to build a person up though- toughens their skin, straightens their spine, and lifts their head. Sure, you can quit if you want to but it won't do anything for you. That's what the mother is trying to tell her son that even though it's tough, you can't just give up on something you were supposed to gain victory from.

 Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor --
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now --
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

Rain Serendipity

Many people hate  rain. They hate the coldness and dark surroundings that  the peculiar little drops bring. They hate what the rain does to their mood. But honestly, I like rain. It's a refreshing factor to have a cleansing on the ground. What I love most though, is putting on a pair of rain boots and standing in the rain. I just stand there. No dancing, no singing. Just standing and thinking of my blessings. I think of  the people in my life, the opportunities I've been given. I think about how fortunate I am to live the way I do. 

 It's not that I hate the sun. I love sun too, there's just something I like about the rain.