Gravity has a time to tell us stories. I am walking in the woods of my words.

Lush language dipped in velvet and seeds of experience to share with others.

Sunlight

Morning light
Pushes
Tugs at my drowsiness
Creeps
And flashes towards me
Filling the room
Bouncing energy
Heating wisdom
And lifting my love
For a new day
To understand
Your light

December

The tide of Christmas
Swells around me
I wrap and twinkle
To find the blend
Of giving
Giving
Beyond my blessings
Sensitive to the pain
Lonliness
And loss
For others
Who hold themselves together
Season after season
With torn or broken
Ribbon
It is time to tie joy
Under my tree and theirs