Budding, Blooming, Bright. Spring is in the air.
4.29.19
The magical mixture Of hindsight And progress.
4.27.19
Copper coins, Found in the rain, Glitter through a glare Of tears And rain water. Their heads turned up, Their tails turned down, And my tail between my legs As I walk home. I am unfortunately, fortunate to find A trail of empty riches, A path of pennies In this time of heartache.
4.23.19
I am lighter today: Lungs full, Heart open, Thoughts quiet, Only my feet are grounded.
4.22.19
My tangled tongue trips over words of you.
4.14.19
In the Fall, I let go of you As the trees let go of Their leaves. My heartbeats echo your name And as the air becomes crisp and cold I fall into a well of dispair. I sleep until noon I hibernate and embrace My personal winter.
4.2.19
Awake After sleeping for so long. How will the night owl savour The morning?
3.31.19
The cold is clearing, The end, nearing, Winter is no match for Spring.
3.25.19
Bitter cups of tea-- Spiced chai for energy, Peppermint and ginger to sooth A turning stomach. Bubbles In bottles of champagne Celebratory and sweet: The taste of beginnings.
3.21.19
We are obsessed with beauty And disaster.
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