May 2023
Prairieland grass--
bent over towards the ground
by the dry, Fall wind
as the subtle warmth
of a teasing Sun..
Submits itself to the
now impending Winter..
where grass and seed
sleep in dormancy
as the subzero wind
prepares the ground
to receive snow.. upon snow
upon snow.
..And there is this temptation
to draw feelings and conclusions
from any one certain part
of the whole.
And those feelings and conclusions..
--they feel so very real
Because they were based upon the real;
but only a part of the beautiful whole..
And though, even one part of the whole
is as real as every single other part..
It is in itself, incomplete.
Just as the bent-over prairiegrass
under the snow is incomplete..
It is Spring now.. sweet, struggling Angel
All things become new.
I remember in the mornings
Waking up
With your arms around my head
You told me you can sleep forever
And I'll still hold you then
Now the weather's getting colder
It's even cold down here
And the words that you have told me
Hang frozen in the air
And sometimes I look right through them
As if they were not there
https://youtu.be/xvTvnltNmfc
There is a love..
that is measured in years
the years.. in seasons
The seasons.. in days, then hours..
.. even minutes.
xoxoxo
Waking up
With your arms around my head
You told me you can sleep forever
And I'll still hold you then
Now the weather's getting colder
It's even cold down here
And the words that you have told me
Hang frozen in the air
And sometimes I look right through them
As if they were not there
https://youtu.be/xvTvnltNmfc
There is a love..
that is measured in years
the years.. in seasons
The seasons.. in days, then hours..
.. even minutes.
xoxoxo
