Lets savor
the limbo
of quiet moments
as the patter
of raindrops
whispers
over the senses
and temperatures
hover
in sweater weather
territory
creating cozy
pockets of time
to linger in
together
The question is
who do you feed
when you forget
mindfulness
and just
become
what comes
Is it the
savage wolf
full of anger
and hunger
or the calm wolf
full of community
and pack?
Letting go
doesn’t mean
the end of
what you seek
but only
that you pause
to breathe deep
realign with
your purpose
let your roots
find their grip
and then
grow