Do you remember those days? Do you wish they would come back to you? Do you want to start over? Perhaps you just need a rest. Do you remember those dreams? Do you wish you still had them? Do you still long for the same things? Are you still feeling blessed? I don’t know. I… Continue reading A poem for Thursday
“Go home!” I said, again and again “But I don’t know where that is.” I replied. “Well then, just do your best. Try and re-trace your steps. After all, isn’t it just you and I?”
The best part about the Autumn is the season of 3. Of you, you, and me. And holiday shopping and leaves falling and pie and that Christmas tree farm on the Avenue and decorating the tree for the season and wine in the kitchen and that time you wore a cape to dinner, and the… Continue reading magic 3
When I think about you, I imagine you wearing yellow and how the sun catches your hair red-gold. I imagine a space that is so white it is blinding, and sunlight dripping lace patterns onto hardwood floors; places for you to dance around. Your dress is linen. It may be cream. It may be purple.… Continue reading Sisters
a little autumn ditty
Red, orange, yellow, green season of color, Be counted; be seen. Ochre, Amber, honey, vert Autumnal muses, Leaves drift as they flirt.
This pretty little view is missing the most important part: the guy who gives me hope that all of the loss is really just a way to invite new great things in. More unexpected things, more joyful surprises, more goodness, graciously. I didn't see him coming, in fact I dodged and hid as much as… Continue reading Him
Samhain approaches, the veil thins. The moon beckons me closer to her while the harvest begins to yield bounty. Wheat and corn husks rippling in the breeze, apples and pumpkins; as bright as any Christmas ornament catch my eye as I pass their fields. I love the look of hay bales, mums and gourds. I… Continue reading Blessed be!
Last time with you
I found it funny that we both needed the bed to be made before we left our perch on the hill. That we showered two or three times a day. That you slept on top of the blankets with me underneath them all. We both jumped when the air freshener would puff out that strange… Continue reading Last time with you