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