my child (day 83)

i grew you through deep desire from belly to breast cherishing your fragility you clung to me while i kissed your tears embraced your misgivings with my unending love you taught me to dream in the daytime, play without purpose, marvel at ordinary things now you are walking with true intent, speaking…

day 82

accompany me while i journey through the indigo of solitude squid ink of darkest dark sing to me your summer lullabye of sun-warmed breezes caressing my skin 3.23.17

day 81

grow beside me I say let our roots intertwine our trunks straight and strong our branches spread free i will not envy the shine in your leaves you need not covet the fruit I may bear for we both can be majestic within the love that we share… 3.22.17

day 80

trees cut back ready to bud hint at beauty yet to emerge a perfumed treasure patiently waiting its turn to bloom life is full of such secrets promises yet unfulfilled possibilities seen and unseen… one must be the seed ready to flower, the bud ready to bloom; unafraid that we will falter,…

slumber (day 79)

as i wake the dream state slips off me like a negligée i squint so my eyes can adjust to the bright as my surroundings slowly come into focus how i wish i could linger a bit more in the place of infinite possibility with soft edges and warm colors where no…

day 78

law of attraction seeming as such, those that we like don’t like us as much those we would rather not see again pursue us unless put to an end and so it must pass this to and fro until we both know it be so. 3.19.17 [Image Source]

return (day 77)

spring has finally returned a host absent from its own party birds celebrate once again flowers open to the sun filling the atmosphere with their fragrance all seems possible once more 3.18.17 [Image Source]

green irony (day 76)

on this day of green people adorn in emerald, lime and kelly; they gather for green beer poured into green mugs, green cake sliced with green frosting, or corned beef simmering with green cabbage. symbolic shamrocks are stamped, printed or tattooed as a sign of allegiance to an unknown cause, when really…

day 75

the cold still lingers like an unwelcome stranger an interloper crashing the party of the expected spring its stay, though brief is resented nonetheless by all in celebration of a new season’s promises 3.16.17

ides of march (day 74)

the ides of march cold snaps it’s whip and we fall in line zippers zipped and hands tucked tight we brace for what must be withstood 3.15.17

sleepy hollow (day 73)

morning walk has become a forgotten scene from sleepy hollow as i make my way in the dark with trees looming overhead always on the verge of stumble unable to see the path before me in anticipation of light like a late arriving lover whom you don’t question the reasons for delay…

daylight (day 72)

time change leaves me sleep deprived i resent the darkness greeting me as i awake from too short a sleep to days of being out of step feeling like you’ve missed the bus i welcome light but not this way a thief of time and natural flow this daylight has too high…

day 71

i feel the sting from needle clusters their penetration decorates my form muscles tense with each little bite ink swells my flesh while sinking in with every nipping pass tattoo embellishes merging its colors into my own 3.12.17

day 70

soft crush of leaves from each of your footfalls retracing my steps just a deep breath away feeling your presence sixth sense you are watching hidden from from view yet your eyes never stray calm permeates i await your arrival the where or the when unknown to us now. 3.11.7

aloft (day 69)

i scale the trees to nest above closer to the sun i warm my thoughts among the leaves the day has begun i track the shadows down below secrets they hide embrace the light that’s coming forth from the sunrise the glow reveals so many hues red to palest pink i let…

day 68

sprouts of bamboo stand in slender pillars like fragile sentry guards; a sparrow ruffles its feathers, balancing with ease on an electric wire; a lone flower of delicate purple has bloomed in a barren patch of grass yhe sharp contrast promoting its beauty sromas of gardenia and honeysuckle envelop me as i…