these are the weeds she would have removed and i love them all the more for their potent life force, their brilliant defiance
the wind rustled the citronella leaves, weaving whispers of fragrance in our hair
repotted, repurposed, reused, reinvigorated, recovery, realization, restore
let your warmth
drift slowly across my
doorstep and straight into
my brittle heart
seeing everything traced in frost, gives one the courage to welcome the changing seasons
I will be taking a blog break for a week or so.
Be well, and I’ll see you again soon.
there are times when she’d like to close her eyes,
lay her head into folded arms,
and sleep for years and years and years