I have always categorized my life and my memories into the seasons.
*Remember that one summer when...
Remember that winter we…
I'll never forget that Spring when you…*
But what about the in-between?
Those few days where you find yourself treading on the green-gold line? Those are the very best.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
The surface of the water
Where the cool meets the air
A place that if left untouched
Will remain magical, still and calm
Moving in only such a way
To bring more calmness and more stillness to the chaos that is.
The tops of the trees
Swaying independently,
tell us all to admire them
To watch them,
They can teach us a lot.
The eagle
Who soars
Without fear of falling,
Reminds us of how we should be:
Cool and still like the water,
grounded like the trees he looks down upon,
And most importantly, free.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
The air is thick.
Thick with divine love.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
Tonight is deep,
dark,
and long.
Yet tonight is bright.
I feel merry with light.
light is everywhere around me.
It is inside of me.
Tears of joy run down my winter checks
as I feel blessed with a love.
A love that will never fray nor tarnish,
wither nor tear.
A surrounding love
is all around me,
I felt it come in,
and it is here to stay.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
The Leaves of Autumn in New England do not want to leave.
like desperate fools still in love,
they pull out all the old tricks in the bag.
They dress themselves up in eye catching colors and hues;
demanding admiration from anyone who walks on by.
Up high, they sway confidently and independently,
as if to say, "nothing can bring me down."
And even when they do come down,
they come down delicately;
Begging to be picked up and admired,
for one last time.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
The High Priestess
she tells me
all I need to know
She speaks to me
in my dreams
in symbols
in colors
She is high above
the restlessness within me
the blocked chakras
that need breathing
She is high above yet
not too far away
She watches me
She reassures me
The High Priestess
She tells me all that I need to know
She enters me
at times of struggle
She over comes it
not through hostility
through acceptance
She lavishes in it
she sees the lighter side
of the human spirit
and she laughs
she is spirit
she is my spirit
she is I
I am
The High Priestess.
I am.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
you shall be the one.
you shall be the one I see
when I look into the mirror
you shall be the one
that makes me life much clearer
Come nearer,
so you can teach me
all there is to know.
Friend or foe,
Lover, take my hand
lets go.
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
Many people do not notice the sparkle that still remains in the once white, now gray snow that rests along the sides of the busy streets of our lives.
Tonight, while at a red light, I saw this sparkle.
It caught my eye.
it melted my heart,
the light turned green,
And I went.
Go forward
but do not hesitant to stop
and notice the sparkle that is ever present
even in the midst of polluted snow.
Go now.
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
A stone wall is kind in the country
Allowing for the green grass to grow through
Underneath a brilliant blue.
A stone wall is kind in the country
Allowing for the once lively leaves to settle in the cracks
Beneath the old baring trees
A stone wall is kind in the country
Allowing for the snow to cover
Like the ever standing presence of an old lover.
A stone wall is kind if the country
Allowing for the falling of the rain
Welcoming everything, even the pain.
A stone wall is kind in the country
Allowing for the sun to once again come on through
Underneath a brilliant blue.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC
Skimming the surface
Of a sweet thought
Dissecting it
Ever so slowly
So
That
It does not
Become stale.
In my mind,
Rewinding.
In my mind,
Replaying.
In my mind,
Remixing,
This sweet thought
So that
It does not touch the ground.
Just as I did as a child with a balloon,
I’m bouncing this sweet thought
from wall to wall
My skin, warm.
My hair, static.
My heart, beating.
Raking the surface of this sweet thought
Just as I did as a child,
I am jumping in a pile of leaves--- for
This thought makes its quite easy to fall.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC