in the blue light of dawn, the snow fell silently on branches,
the crows called to one another
and to me–
after watching them from the window with warm coffee in my hands and hopefulness in my heart,
the pup and i joined their play, like restless children after a long sickness, the cold and the drifting snow saturating us with reckless abandon
You are long and bleak, you are monochromatic and suffocating.
You curl around yourself like a sleek grey cat, turned inward, oblivious and self-assured, unfazed by your chilling effect. I want to like you, to embrace you to see the good in your wintry silence, but your indifference haunts me and I am left counting the days until spring.
she writes pages and pages of words–
long convoluted sentences
pared down to a small handful of rounded letters,
strung together and
waiving in the wind
the new year can bring a feeling of starting over,
another chance to get things right
for the lonely,
the past haunts with a vengence
Happy Thanksgiving weekend! (to everyone celebrating) Thank you for reading my words – wishing everyone happiness and peace.
in the clear blue morning sky, the crows flew
and their cries carried the day
Taking a blog break for a little while. Be well and safe, see you soon.
All kinds of unnatural conditions are developing daily among us, in such a way that man ceases to feel any longer that he is in every respect a being that belongs to nature and to himself, and becomes more and more a creature submissive to society.
from The Wisdom of Albert Schweitzer, A Selection printed in 1968