
weightless and without fear, she floated away

weightless and without fear, she floated away

time caresses her gently

thoughts bounce, random and disjointed
to form an insomnious composition–
a study in sharp slivers of colored glass
that although beautiful,
remain opaque and terribly fragile

oh it holds stars and moons and sparkling glitter that float in swirls of wishful thinking

one look, and she came undone

still, the past persists

the heart skips a beat for the early days of October

a vulture came to visit my chimney–
she spread her wings and ruffled her feathers,
and we stared at her in complete reverence

hot pink petals
this song: Most People Are Good by Luke Bryan
dreaming on a little side porch
fig newtons and hot tea
saturday mornings with friends
this book: The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau
dinner on a blue and white farm table
ice cream for the pup
hearty wildflowers and herbs on the edge of the forest
reading under light blankets at midnight
and this song: Hello It’s Me by Todd Rundgren


these are the weeds she would have removed and i love them all the more for their potent life force, their brilliant defiance
