2-2018. Winter has it's moments, but wishing spring comes soon!
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.