
for the lonely,
the past haunts with a vengence
for the lonely,
the past haunts with a vengence
kicking leaves on walks
berry pies
Gene Autry
this book: Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty
young bucks eating pumpkins
gathering greens from the fields
a healing pup
balsam candles
sometimes the details of life make it hard to breathe,
make it so that my heart feels squeezed and i tell myself to keep it together–
often i feel foolish because it isn’t over heroic acts or poetic words
it isn’t intense emotions over politics or rhetoric or what’s right or what’s wrong with the world–
it’s about a robin eating berries in the snow (why didn’t he migrate?)
and a detail in the railing that made me look twice,
it’s when a man holds his wife’s hand gently and absentmindedly caresses her arm,
it’s the 1968 photo where faces beam with hope and happiness,
and how his goodbye was a little hurried, like ripping off a band-aid and shaking off the sting
…a dying star can light the sky for centuries after her fall.
from Vanessa and her Sister by Priya Parman, 2014
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
words can be so heavy