Summer
a flux of flowers
colored petals swoon
sweep the frosty mind.
Upon the meadow
birds flock to feast
ripened seeds to spread
the wisdom of passing time.
Tag: meaning of life
I come
I come to write
along side your lines
perforated paper
torn along my spine
with a dull blade
and an empty inkwell.
The snow has melted now.
Yet I sit cozy
near the blazing fire
with a blanket wrapped around
the middle of my story
and dancing flames worth noticing.
I will leave you the ash.
To sweep
or print
or blow away
towards the blooming azalea
covered with bees.
Midnight Blue
The heaviness of hibernation has me wiggling out of my skin.
I want to experience again
the day i first met you
on display
the layers of tongue
wagging through philosophy
lifting life.
Us finding midnight blue.
Feeling good about myself and others.
I haven’t posted many of my thoughts lately. Mostly out of a cringe in my stomach telling me to hold back the tide of bile. An anger lurks underneath the bed.
And you are healing? Aren’t you feeling your way out of the dark yet?
Ive been here so long. You fit like a glove. The peeling back of every layer. Every fear succumbs to my scratching fever. The bedside table rarely tips. The icy water barely sipped.
No Words at the Moment
Can you hear me
make home
in the silence of the woods
where i watch freshly fallen snow
absorb her howl.
And i walk with a limp.
My days blend one into another. My to-do projects never quite finished. Ever chasing what best resembles my thoughts.
Life in Color —Brown
In the end, we return to the beginning. Recyclers of vision. Creative forces that renew life’s energy. From brown, life reveals an essence. Stability. Friendship. Wisdom.
Find the photography challenge here
thecadyluckleedy.com/2021/01/24/life-in-color-january-24th-2021/
knots: earth rests
Im tired of the blather
long to be whisked forth
where nature knows what is best.
Month in Review: B&W Style
Frida Sage or Fenny Hope? 
The first egg 
First season’s snow 20/21 
My first snowshoe walk 
Fruitlands 
Narnia 
Bare Hill Pond
Sacred Rhythm
desire
unchecked reality
preservation of sanity
he brought her down
sifting through grains of sand
on knees
please!
Before Time
one sideways glance right
was it methane burning low
ice crystals froze tight
