Earth’s Confetti

I am amongst earth’s confetti. I stand above it, stroking its rustic colors with my eyes and embracing its beginning and end. When I am emerged in it, my feet crush its leaves trail after trail, while I inhale its essence deep within my soul; tasting its sweetness on my palate and filling me with…

s e c r e t p l a c e s

Was I sought or did I seek the clandestine of silence amongst the forrest and snow for my eyes to transfix themselves, while the fragrance of the lingering evergreen swept me away.

Change

To the next person who tells me “change would be good for you.” Let me tell you a story. Change. We are all shifting and moving simultaneously day to day; transitioning from one action or idea to another. It’s inevitable. It’s a part of life. I get it and need that as we all do….

In the Waiting

My mother would often tell me I put the cart before the horse. She was right. I would think or step too far ahead than where I actually was; in the waiting. The yearning for hopes and desires can be like a desert without rain when deferred days, months, or even years without an answer…

Yes, You May Call Me a Pawn

I pretend that I’m visiting from out of town. I am on vacation for the summer, sitting upon the terra-cotta deck overlooking a large lake full of boats going wherever the wind takes them. Blue sky and linear clouds just beyond my reach, thoughtfully sorted apart and timely covering the sun each time I get…

The Old Woman

She’s out there, in the valley of branches, her appearance battling sun and shadows, old body leaning headlong into the future, while pine shields her from strong winds and bitter cold, as winter finds its way into January.

Green

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…

Seasonal Changes

Changing seasons ruminate in my captivated mind, trying to digest the timeliness of spring and then summer, when I can ditch the shoes and darn the barefoot on the seashore soaking in the sun. And while wave after wave rushes to shore, I will wish for those moments to never end.  

Winter’s Tempted Reality

This morning, I stand in a one butt kitchen with sunshine yellow walls, as though it will put me in a happy place while I gaze out the kitchen window at blowing snow and drifts it’s created. I’m tempted to let my feet lead today; bundle up and get outdoors, in the 9° and feels…

Lake Life

The great divide, dark and cold, waving east with blowing snow. Icy patches, bergs ahead, can’t travel here you’ll sink instead. Feels like negative, my lips do tell, as frost develops on those licked so well. Crossing is not so easy, around I must go, slippery and slick are the roads below, of the great…

Ode to the Sun

There are no promises that you will rise and set day after day. It is Lord willing that we wake with breath in our lungs to anxiously wait, second by second minute by minute hour by hour day by day week by week month by month and year by year for the most opportune window…

Lured by Light

The light is alive! It’s an invigorating renewal to my soul and I crave to be in it. Layer by layer, I bundle until only my eyes peer between my jacket and hat, then step out into winter. What was supposed to be 36 degrees, feels more like twenty, but that didn’t stop me, as…