Appreciation
Little bit
that loves to cuddle
she comes to bed
to put me to sleep
then goes off
on nightly adventures.
Take a nap?
There she is.
Little red butt in my face
purring loud
and mussing my hair
until I doze off
to sleep.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Disappointment
Lack of access
and a touch of laziness
has lead to
lack of availability.
Sad to say
now it’s too late
and I’m missing
the harvest
I desire.
Due to the huge lockdown from the pandemic this spring, I didn’t get to plant the Lobelia that I usually plant alongside my pansies each year. Sadly, that means now in the peak of summer I find myself without the abundance of Lobelia that I’d usually have. I had a tinge of disappointment about that today… and maybe just a little bit of a pout on it as well.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Guardian
Protected
and secure
you watch over me
and let me grow
you give me strength
in the stillness
that lets me find
my own path
and yet always there
to brush me off
and heal my wounds
should I trip
and fall.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Cozy is not Warm
Cold raindrops
year ’round,
and rivers
that freeze your toes.
Rocky shores
of gray and blue
the dead of summer
still holds chilly dew.
This is home
it is not warm
to anything
except the heart.
I love where I live. I live in a land of blues and grays and verdant greens. The rain drops here are cold all year round, and the oceans and rivers are freezing cold no matter what season it is. Evergreens flourish, hardy and strong…. and I love it all. It’s home, and proof that “cozy” does not always equate warm, because there’s nowhere more cozy to me than here.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Beautiful
What we have
the passion we share
the trust
the honesty
and how you’re
always there.
None of these things
are taken
for granted,
but cherished
like treasure.
Beloved.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Faith
Your belief in me
is a beacon
in the darkness.
Your care for me
wind underneath
wings.
With you
at my side,
your encouragement
there to guide…
I soar.
You speak of loving me like it is the simplest thing in the world, but I know I am not the easiest person to love. You speak of supporting me like it is lifting a feather, and yet I know the strength of your arms. Thank you for always being there, for always believing in me, and for helping me to become the man that I am today.
Twisting the Leaf 