Spring Equinox, gone - Summer Solstice, scant days past. Now the goodbyes start.
Young lettuce beckons. Waked, startled, night's small spiders step back as I pick.
Went through the clothes draped over the chair, you know, the in-between, the ones you're not sure if you should wear one more time - the not worthy to be hung as clean, the not dirty enough to be tossed in the laundry. Went through the letters saved in the box, you know, the bittersweet, … Continue reading Sorted Those
Storm clouds carry faces so real I swear they speak: be wary do not squander fine days remember happiness You do not know the weather's humours. Their mouths twist to laughter, then they are dogs, curling away after their own tails until howling and roiling, back they come, forcing me to shelter in a crashing … Continue reading Shield your joyous ones