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.

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.

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.

Rising up from the floor, I feel
The hardness, and the security of the white wall on my body.
As my body presses in,
The coolness of the wall
Washes over me.
The solidness of the wall
Takes hold of me and
Stops my spinning head and
My winding heart dead in their tracks.
Thank you Wall
For catching me
Thank you
For allowing to me experience myself
Without falling down
Onto the Floor.

I am me.
I am
my soul.

My soul is
the lush green in these trees at springtime.

Deeply rooted,
Yet free to sway with the wind.
I welcome the wind.

I gently hush the wind
Reminding her to listen
Reminding her of my reassuring ways.

my memory of you
of us
of me
now seems like a watercolored painting.
a messy canvas
in which the colors are all blending together.
Yet it is still a bright one
with reds and oranges
just like my dress
the one that you loved
the one that you took off of me with your  mouth
you hands barley touching me
yet I craved them
I craved to be in that  small warm space
between your breath and my skin.

Now
we are
only what we were:
A beautiful painting.

Every now and then
I take the painting out
dust it off
hang it up.
I hang it up on  the various walls in my new home.
The yellow wall in my living room
The lilac walls of my bedroom.
I cannot  seem to find a place for it.
In my memory it shall stay.

In my memory is where
your strong hands
your tender smell
your beautiful face
your energy
that shook me
that took me
for the ride of my young life
shall stay.

Tonight I am resting
With the winding thoughts
That spill
Over my cup
Of red wine
which spills
Over a mending
Heart.
A laughing
Smiling face
Of myself
I see in the mirror.
This is good to know:
I am laughing.
I am smiling.