day 335

buoyant, i float through spiraling rivers supported by water. soothed by the sun branches have fallen deep in the river sometimes i slip, always i flow 12.1.17 [Image Source]

day 334

i call upon your strength to support me knowing your love is all that i need. 11.30.17

day 333

fill with light, overflow, showering stars, twinkle below, in darkness, my light still glows, protecting me, so love can grow 11.29.17

day 332

i am a knitter,  a weaver, a healer… when i unravel, i cast off my troubles, knit in the threads, of joy once again, mending my snags. as i travel on. 11.28.17

day 331

slate blue sky hearkens winter’s arrival but trees weep only brown leaves, no vibrant colors like a peacock’s tail to usher in the season with panache, just a cool which hastens but doesn’t bite and a coating of brown on a paler green. 11.27.17

day 330

rested days crumble stress like fine sand, sifting between fingers, then swept by the wind. a part of me blows away with all that i worry but the bliss remains. 11.26.17 [Image Source]

day 329

i bury in bed to escape the night’s chill longing for warmth of love lain beside me, heating with passion not easily quelled, pressing soft skin, full weight down upon me. but blankets and pillows are my own bed mate so i bury down more until desires abate. 11.25.17

day 328

across the distance our contact percolates bubbling emotion breaching the surface, so we teeter between elation and resignation of all still unknown to us now 11.24.17

give thanks (day 327)

today thanks are given for all life contains tomorrow is driven by lack that remains this burden of things it’s never enough no joy does it bring having more stuff so home i shall be with joy that is true my family and me love through and through. 11.23.17

day 327

alone with my thoughts i think what could be with the strength of your heart like the pull of the sea create waves that engulf wash away clean with beat of my pulse to a love unforeseen awaiting thus blind interlocking our touch desire combined love in full flush for now it’s…

the gaps (day 325)

when all is in motion we depend on the flux defining importance by demands place upon us but in the lulls, when time floats, we are woven into the absence of act where our tremors chatter until we listen. 11.21.17 [Image Source]

day 324

as i shed all that has weighed my down i rise up into all i wish to be circumventing one’s inner urge to remain unchanged. 11.20.17 [Image Source]

day 323

day is crisp with strong sun which blares light without its heat slight chill prompts motion as a gentle breeze sweeps through my hair. 11/19.17

day 322

sleep, long awaited i now may embrace thee in a slow dance of slumber, growing heavy, sinking deep, i allow the rest to permeate, the dreams to populate, and my energy to rejuvenate. 11.18.17

day 321

the cold brings fire to my skin burned by the dry air, raging within a rite of passage for the season’s change i soothe the flame, but the heat remains. 11.17.17

day 320

chill in the air quickens my pace scanning for spots of sun when my walk comes to pause, pockets welcome hands to nestle inside hood shields me from snap of the breeze 11.16.17