and atop each other,
none of them wanting
to shift a bristle or a bloom
for fear of destorying
the delicate balance
they found themselves in.
The wind hit me and I felt complete
Felt the peace stream into my body
Felt it slither into my heart and my mind
Not a slow slinky slithering…
It washed into me quickly and relentlessly
In goodnessâ€¦a clearing out of sorts.
And then Monday arrived.
So many interesting thoughts and ideas, imaginations at work creating sweet vast wicked worlds.
Ideas tumbling through our minds and brightening our dreamscapes.
Yet we don’t discuss it and we walk blindly ignoring the secrets, ideas, and dreams that we all want to share.
And we sleep in our cocoons and work our lives away while our insides melt and fade away.
Trying to stay calm
amidst the rubble around me
and inside me.
The path that I leave behind me.
Embraced by it
the swirling energy
that makes my hands shake
and presses at my chest
until I can barely breathe.
Decisions dance around me
and laugh in my face.
And the faces of people
become blurry and dark
as I scrutizine the walls between us.
Security and time
implode into a small black hole
that can suck it all up.
If I let it.
Whirling thoughts and unfinished tasks are surrounding me.
I’m lying alone, not wanting to sleep but my body tells me different.
Not enough of anything. Too much of it all.
The sounds around me are pulsing in my head, suffocating me.
Focus seems impossible now so I dream of sleep and leaving the day behind.
This is from last year, but in honor of the first day of Autumn, here it is!
The autumn air silently slips in.
Hidden by the dwindling summer heat and energy.
It enravels the trees, cooling the leaves and dropping them into a new afterlife.
It slices the day into warm sun and cool darkness
and celebrates the transition with a full red moon that lights up the October sky,
bringing comfort, mystery and peaceful power.
The crisp air permeates my lungs as I take in a deep breath.
As the pace of life slows, I embrace the bittersweet celebration of the approaching sublime repose of winter and the departure of the sweet summer.
I take another deep inhale and sigh as I button up my sweater.
Autumn is here. I love the changing of the seasons…so much perspective and excitement.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
~ Albert Camus
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Spring comes with flowers, AUTUMN with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns don’t fill your thoughts, that’s your best season.
Delicious autumn!My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
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