These are the days.
You hear it said again and again
And ignore the wisdom.
You cannot shake everything you think is Wrong and carry it.
Carry it on and on.
And the days go.
Change your mind,
Change your heart.
Your view will start to morph,
For these are the days.
Then they are gone,
You are gone.
But I breathe.
I hear a sigh escape your lips
As you see the colors too.
As you see the wind pulling the leaves from the trees.
They do their final dance for us.
And they return to the
That nourished them.
Some ride the wind so delicately.
Others seem out of control
As if fighting the pull of gravity.
Ultimately they all fall.
I feel the warmth of your skin
You move closer.
This knowing between us,
It is time to hold each other.
We must let it envelope us
If we are to ever love through winter.
*originally posted November 3, 2015*
We are all meant to feel
What has been labeled
By who, we do not even remember
But most likely they were
Fearful of feeling
This being taught prior to them by someone who
Was fearful of feeling
And put on repeat without question.
Quite exhausted from
Making my own fire.
Today I will
And fall into
Arms of the Angels,
Letting myself be as a cloud floating
Overhead so effortlessly.
As money changes hands and the world moves
Than my eyes can blink;
I close them now, these eyes,
From a challenging yet refreshing hike
Never seem to drink enough water.
I am too distracted by beauty that catches my eyes.
I get tickled by these things.
Even the snakes. They terrify my but I cannot stop looking and wondering.
Bumble bees and wasps.
Spiders and caterpillars.
Hawks and vultures.
The different trees and different leaves.
The greens and the blues, the grays and the browns.
And the way is rocky so I have to stop quite often and gaze otherwise
I might trip and fall a very long way.
Then I stay up too late watching the
Fireflies dance in the forest.
They never cease to make me giggle with delight.
They mesmerize me.
My eyes trying to focus between the dark
And the light of their
I cannot even guess where they may light up
So I try not to blink leaving my eyes to soften
Without looking at one point.
I draw a hot bath, pouring generous amounts of bubble bath under the faucet.
I immerse myself slowly as the temperature of the water is a bit too hot.
White tub, white shower curtains,
White noise fan.
Sleepy eyelids closing.
I want to stay here and dream.
The water is getting chilly
And the faucet is dripping ice cold drops on my toes,
Reminding me this is no fairytale.
The fan is singing to me
And no one is asking me questions now.
I will stay just a little longer.
Linger just a little longer.
Linger just a little longer
As tears trickle
Down my skin eventually mixing with the bath water.
I will merely imagine
I am adrift in the ocean.
I travel and travel on.
And winding roads.
On the chaos of the main roads
To the quiet of dirt and narrow foot trodden
On the game trails between
Birch and pine.
It comes to pass
I am home.
And roaming on I will go