Chapter 35

Memories that mix and mingle In the library of my mind Are waiting for chapters Yet to be lived into existence Glimmering sensations gathered Welcomed to the fray Of my metamorphosing being I smile at the warmth of cinnamon Reminiscent of love yet to be But somehow always was Clinging to a hand as familiar … Continue reading Chapter 35

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December

Sometime in mid-winter, When the snow is grimy and deflated Tired, clinging halfheartedly to frigid mud And the light is sharp, glaring and angled Devoid of warmth,¬†unsympathetic to the eye Subtle longing begins Images of wading, hip-deep Through green-gold fields that swish and shimmer Affronted grasshoppers, startled leaps on papery wings Sun-gilded leaves, and murmuring … Continue reading December