Nov 2021
Steady as we go,
we live these patterns,
from one day on
to the next
and on.
How unburdened are my thoughts,
how free are my intents
while I know we are a constant.
Season’s first frost
and chilling air
somehow
make our whims
even cozier,
more whole.
Life blooms this December,
how anxious we are
to hold your tiny hands,
to hear your quiet
breath.
We ride these waves,
you and I and our
lovely daughter,
steady and sure
and full of hope.
we live these patterns,
from one day on
to the next
and on.
How unburdened are my thoughts,
how free are my intents
while I know we are a constant.
Season’s first frost
and chilling air
somehow
make our whims
even cozier,
more whole.
Life blooms this December,
how anxious we are
to hold your tiny hands,
to hear your quiet
breath.
We ride these waves,
you and I and our
lovely daughter,
steady and sure
and full of hope.
December always seems to be significant, from one year to the next to the next. Life for me has changed radically in the best possible of ways - we are expecting a baby girl next month, and for each day that passes, I’m more and more anxious to meet her. To see what she’s like, see who she decides to become.
