Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

Coffee and thoughts shroud me.
The leaves
all fallen to the ground
except one.

golden leaf dangles
the dulled scissors make a way
potent thoughts preserved


The wonderment of stored thoughts
written on that lone leaf left;
collected nutrients to carry my body
through the winter months.

This picture was taken over a month ago, from my writing room, as electric company trucks rolled down our street, trimming lofty branches. This process of trimming secures our light for when snowfall or winds threaten to leave us in the dark.

I was working indoors, on my vision board, cutting out images. This process of scissoring magazines is a muse to a dormant mind. Freedom stands out as the most impactful map Ive drawn. To follow the freedom trail, entails not second-guessing any element of this vision. But rather flowing with the river’s current.

At the same time as my vision board, I put together a gratitude collage, on the other side. It feels wonderful to know where Ive been. It helps me realize that despite bad feelings, there exists hope.

And since I am superstitious, I won’t be posting any pictures of the boards. Lest my prayers fall short of the outcome.