day 125

i amble along with a teetering gait bypass the puddles in my path i listen as nature speaks to me while thoughts of day do congeal at times i’m in a brambly place where thorns do scratch and sting my skin so i pluck the sweet and move along return to open…

day 124

my loss replaced with greater gifts as friendship feeds the hungry heart grieving i must quickly pass from the end, return to start cares for me as i do of them a family now of many strong we knit together into one a community we all belong 5.4.17 [Image Source]

theft (day 123)

in the shadows they steal cloaked by night, cowards enjoying what they did not earn discovered int he day, the loss seems more extreme than the material thing, a violation of trust, amputation of self, sacrifice with no gain 5.3.17 [Image Source]

day 122

a layer of rain coats the ground all that grows is happy again such a simple cycle of thirst then replenish as the earth waits to quench its thirst again, so must i wait to be replenished anew… 5.2.17

lifecycle of a flower (day 121)

the flower feeds on sun and rain, buds begin to form swelling bigger until they burst in color; slowly the petals unfold opening in brazen beauty, apex of their potential, after which they fold, collapse into themselves and wither 5.1.17