Change of Seasons

Autumn whispers as I hang the moon just so to mark the edge of summer and promised dreams and waxing dreams and those promised dreams Borrowed from nothing built on everything being in the sky, somehow being of the sky intentions wait Autumn whispers, it beckons as I release old seasons and soar Image by Jonny Lindner from Pixabay prompts: Go Dog Go Tuesday Writing … Continue reading Change of Seasons

Rainy Days

There’s humility in the rain that visits in the whispering shallows Here where the world is quiet and still, I listen I draw comfort from the steady drone that sounds like a heartbeat, here where drops of water weigh heavy on fragile petals They glisten like diamonds, like kaleidoscopes swirling And those tender blossoms? They accept the weight without effort, knowing it helps them to … Continue reading Rainy Days

Mending

Set upon the hall table sunlight streaming through grand windows I examined its cut glass corners and sparkling facets casting perfect rainbows the epitome of undefined living it just existed to be pretty to be admired to be coveted and so I swept it off that table with a steady hand it seemed a fitting punishment a valid reason the crash was magnificent lingering after … Continue reading Mending

Growth

Witness renewal born under burnt skies and frozen fields Strength finds stability on shaky ground And even as vernacular spews vulgarity in messages meant to disguise fear and longing growth takes hold And even as angels sigh weary from age-old battles growth takes hold It takes hold A young man will find his way and broken hearts will mend out there on vast oceans as … Continue reading Growth

Tell Me

Tell me about those dreams you seek there in that vast wasteland that borders risk and reward and floods of joy all promised by a single drop of rain tell me about the hope you’ve found dancing across ripples on the water while looking for answers hidden in silvery trees in a forest of proud cacti tell me about it And as tomorrow floats like … Continue reading Tell Me

Wait

And so we wait as the warmth of winter promises redemption An oily candle burns on the windowsill and that cantankerous wind rages, delighting in the storm Still, we wait Fate both a pertinent and personal ruler sometimes given to granting wishes as it prepares a buffet of dreams We wait Time both a partner and nemesis sometimes given to upheaval as it goads fits … Continue reading Wait

Seeking Wisdom

“I talk to God but the sky is empty.” – Sylvia Plath I seek wisdom in the sawdust falling gently beneath the polished mahogany bowl you carved with loving hands for it is not the finished product but rather the blood, sweat, and tears buried deep within its caviar ribbons that tell this story My eyes long for the beauty of paradise scattered like sunflowers … Continue reading Seeking Wisdom

Quiet Places

Here in the quiet places where sleep brings respite and peace I am lost in your arms Healing found in your embraces calms a troubled mind as worries cease Here in the quiet places Must be spells and magic charms this power to soften and strengthen in a space where sleep brings respite and peace And when morning comes, when my eyes meet yours I … Continue reading Quiet Places

Community

Both a blessing and a curse these lives we lead… knowing rules are not meant to be broken, only bent as unintended forces apply just enough heat to make them pliable   And as we journey across time and space and experiences, it becomes inevitable, this drive to pause and reflect, knowing the next rest stop may forever be out of reach   Such is … Continue reading Community

Mother’s Pride

Smiles and a promise back when time moved slowly… delicious in daily tasks satisfying in simplicity Sometimes we’d sleep on the porch lit with candles and let the ocean breeze wash away our troubles Single-handed focus on dreams meant for a life we had planned, not knowing where our path would lead, back when the future was yet reimagined Somehow we made it through twists … Continue reading Mother’s Pride

Inbetween

Inside my second destiny the world is touch and go blessed by creativity and cursed by the wear and tear of whys and wherefores navigating stepping stones between pretty pools and violent seas knowing I’m seconds away from drowning in dreams that are all at once innocent and maniacal taunting with signposts painted in invisible ink labelled This Way To Your Future photo: mine prompts: … Continue reading Inbetween