The Sweetest Things
Lazy moments
on a comfortable bed
as big as a playground
Long hours
creating worlds
and stories
of love entertwined
Afternoon naps
and alone time
with Luna
Dappled light
thru northern windows
and the rhythmic purrs
of Luna’s love
and you… us…
you
I miss them all so much.
Longing For…
I want time
to feel small
and cherished
with your hand
pressed
over my soul
and your whisper
in my ear
telling me
how loved
I am
and how much
I mean to you
I love you
Responsibility
Always ready
and always there
always dependable
and always near
ready to go
at the drop of a hat
when the phone rings
already packed
always on call
for when need does arise
ready and waiting
for when we have to fly
This is my go-bag. I actually have two of these. An old and worn one in gray that is packed for day hikes, and this one which is my emergency bag that is kept packed for running out to the hospital or other types of emergencies.
Tender Moments
I feel delicate
like petals
splayed wide
and fine stamen
stretching
to seek
the lightest touch
while the barest
flush of color
skims over skin
to speak
of the vulnerability
I feel
for you
Temperate Shifts
Cool breath skims
over skin
followed by heat
too miserable
to be in
but the cool returns
once again
and we’re left
wondering
what month we’re in.
Hooray for
no Indian Summer
this year…
I hope.
Dream Echoes
Heart and stomach
clenched like rocks
heavy
in the chest
as each takes turns
trying to climb
into the throat
and a hand lifts
to wipe
sleep from
corners of the eyes
while a shaky breath
is drawn
and reality
comes back into focus
Twisting the Leaf 