Grass finds its way
between my toes
tickling my feet
as spiders scamper away
as if I am Godzilla
and each blade
a building.

Earth smells warm
and air smells sweet.
Spring dies
as tall grass
falls to the ground
and leaves adorn trees.

Birds fly
for the first time
in their lives.
Bullfrogs
serenade me
while coyotes
have parties.

People
outdoors
everywhere
with green thumbs
and hats
and ***** fingernails.

This is my moon.

Words flow freely
as does the wine.
Are these
truths?
Or inconsistencies?

I'm such a believer.

I am happy.

I like it this way.

My feelings confuse me again
and at the same time they don't.
I've felt this before
haven't I?
My heart says no.
It's never the same
never just like last time.

That is what I love about it.
Life
I realize
love.
It's all just so beautiful
changing
repeating
learning
teaching.

Maybe this time
it'll last
seems like it might
seems like love.

I feel sparks.

I learned
that I think like others do.
Many
many others.
Even from times and places
far in the past.

I feel unique
how can this be
I thought I was special.

I am.
We are
all so very special
so unique
so individual
so the same.

Common threads
holding tight
despite the chasms between.
What a beautiful thing.

So free...

to be ME.

I am a child.

I try my best
but it doesn't always work out the way I expected.

I learn from them
I grow.

I imagine.

Adults know everything.

I must be be a child.

Fall has come and gone in the Sierras.
The first fall I've seen in twelve years.

Like my life, of late.
The shedding of old unwanted things
for new ones.
Everything bare
ready for newness.
My old things
rather than tired leaves
are things like
feelings
resentments
unreasonable self-expectations
fears.

My new things
some of which are yet to be seen
are all filled with inspiration.
HAPPINESS.

It's about time.