Im really looking forward to 2022. Wow! Can you believe how far we have come?
Wind swept my hair in a bun half-naked neck exposed getting cold perturbed by my lack of sense holding onto a love having been long dead
The chief beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance. The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you, as perfect, as unspoiled, as if you had never wasted or misapplied a single moment in all your life. You can turn over a new leaf every hour if you choose.
With home in the distance and the dandelion chains grounded, i jostle my memory again dream of days spent carefree.
Watching butterfly wings grace grasses
—grown, in a star’s twinkle
Seeking out salamander’s rock ledge. Finding fox’s buried bones emerge. Dipping toes in granite pond.
Stirring grandma in the kitchen. Windowsill of blue jar pickles. Pies and noodles baked delicious.
As the cow’s path erodes.
Yesterday, trE posted a challenge to write a nostalgic childhood memory in five words, on her blog: A Cornered Gurl . I took it a step further and wrote a poem as I recalled the magical summers on the farm.
Life is bittersweet. Under the layer of happiness is another layer of grief. And we build the mountains steep.