words perch lightly spread like branches from a tree of thought i let them settle, to consider their place amongst the phrases i intend to write. 11.1.17
day 304
all hallow’s eve cackles cry of all you fear deep inside venture out to have a scare face the dark if you dare 10.31.17
day 303
with a snap the seasons change snuggle deep into the bed sleep shows its intensity pillow welcomes resting head morning harsh, so dark & cold warm water soon wakes me up tea then heats me from inside wrap my hands around my cup with clothing long, stride that’s brisk venture out, my dog in tow …
day 302
simple bliss of sunday morn as the day slips gently in no rush to act, no urgent plan cup of tea, pajamas worn soak the softness up to feel its nourishment deep inside soon the drum will beat again when life becomes all too real. 10.29.17
day 301
slip between the sheets undress the day breath in the lavender of deep sleep’s arrival letting go of all undone until tomorrow comes. 10.28.17 [Image Source]
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