Here I am squatted by your grave, if you had one, I think this is where it would be. Tucked away from society, deep in the thick of tall pines and luscious green grass, with dancing wildflowers. Oh yes, this is definitely your space. I think you brought me back here once when I was…
…..taking nothing for granted; for where there is life one day, there is death another.
Rawly burnt out, I find myself craving to be refreshed, letting go of the “do, do, do” that has waded up in a ball so tight, it makes thinking impossible, and functioning but a fleeting memory. I want to run, yet rest. I want to put down the camera and live in the moment; look…
As a zesting of winter’s soon to be unmeasurable white muddles my view, I find myself swiping through photos of warmer memories; realizing how much I miss the color green. For it is alone I am not in this bipolar winter, where Michiganders alike can sympathize that each time a thaw appears, we are hoping…
Who gave you the right to captivate & steel what was guarded? A precious jewel of High Court quality, saintly, worth more than rubies and gold. To whom are you to nestle me in textures, leaving me to lay in wait, while you are lost amongst the crowd of summer.
That’s all it took one tug at the heart to slip on winter march off the mountain and sit in this moment of serene cotton candy skies.
Mesmerized by glistening water wave after wave I imagine you, wherever you maybe, doing the same; Both of us taking in all we can, before shades of gold slip into radiate reds and shiny diamonds leap from the sky.
You captivate me with Your brush strokes as I am found surrendered to Your spirit and caught marveling at Your hand in this moment where I linger long upon the soil you nourish watching your handiwork end my today beginning someone else’s tomorrow.
Bumble and tumble butterfly bee the wind will blow you sideways least you expect thee. Flutter, flit, and fight don’t let up you’ll see your strength is in your heart not your wings.
Set me long into day where whispers glow children play beach birds fly For this is where my heart yearns to go bury sand between our toes your hand in mine chasing the light.
I write to you from the sea where gulls soar upon blue waters an illusion of how near, yet far, you are to me.
You are uniform, whether rise or fall, dawn or dusk You remain the same whether seen or unseen displaying an array of colors, that captivate. You are bright, warm, and I look forward to basking in you every day.