Last day of the year
Will it tiptoe or slam doors?
Don’t care—let’s do this.
In a thing’s smallness
The universe gets bigger
And so grows wonder.
A warm Christmas rain
Falls softly on thirsty earth
Ev’rything is gift.
Muted browns and greens
Soften the winter’s cold touch
Giving hope for spring.
From last night’s sweat fire
To spirits still lingering
Our intentions rise…
Short day, longest night
Moving closer to the light
Tuck in, dears, sleep tight.
One blanket closer
To a perfect state of warm
Let the winter come.
I know a few things
But what I don’t know is VAST
Good thing I woke up.
Orange slice of moon
Pulls down the last bits of day
Taking me with her.
Steady, nurturing
Strong mother’s heart wrapped in Real
Love it when she laughs.
Love and forgiveness
What else do we really need?
(ok…chocolate)
Walking sticks, field paths
Images all to myself
This is why I write.
