The blue December sky is reflected in the window of The Bower Bird Stop, an antique store in Cloverdale, highlighting a merry message to passersby.

The blue December sky is reflected in the window of The Bower Bird Stop, an antique store in Cloverdale, highlighting a merry message to passersby.

Poem: Let strangers be one of them

A Cloverdale resident offers a reminder to reach out to others at this time of year.

Christmas lights hang limp in a lonely pine tree

Rain collides with green foliage

Garden lights burn her brothers and sisters

Reflections

Down spouts echo with water

Snoring from within

A movement of winter air to cool my hot tea

And my neck

Tires on wet road

Thoughts of home

Family

Friends

And countryside

Shopping to do

Three weeks left

Tree up

Son excited

 

At this time of year we think of all the people in our lives.

What they mean to us and how well  we know them.

Let strangers be one of them

Talk to someone you would not

Perhaps a little something to show how you feel towards them

Start the conversation

In this day and age of high tech devices, it is so easy to defriend someone without knowing the reality.

Life should not be like a soap opera.

Pick up the phone

Hear the sounds in their voice

Make the effort

 

As always I sit outside on this glorious morning of rain and cold

No one up

Tea now cold from  neglect

I think of giving a lot more than receiving

What I could do

And what I have done

Life should be about putting a smile on someone’s face

Young

Old

Female

Or male

Be silly

Have some fun

You’re never too old

Anyone up for lunch?

 

Mike Stuyt

Cloverdale

Cloverdale Reporter