Some things
survive forever
From year to year
decade to decade
century to century
These are the things
that are too good
to ever
be taken for granted.
Like kisses.
I love you so f’ing much.
The pitter patter
of water drops
and smell of moisture
in the air
as the world is
washed clean
and refreshed
anew
as each bit of green
gets a small
and cooling sip.
I miss the rain. The sound of it, the smell of it, the feel of it, the taste of it. I miss it all. I love it all, and with summer upon us and in the clutches of a heat wave? I miss the rain so very much.
Come in close
among mossy fronds
and fiddleheads
to touch noses
with his cheery face.
Mushroom tops
wobble and dance
as the little bell inside
sings.
Sniff out the thimble
of sweet sweet honey
go ahead and take a sip.
My garden and my home are both open to the Fae. I welcome them in, I leave them offerings, and I have baubles traps for entertainment. They are a part of the wards and protections of my home… not because I’ve asked them to, but because this is a safe place for them and they like it here. Bits of whimsy and fun touches are scattered throughout my home and garden in welcome to them… this little gnome and the tinkling bell mushrooms are simply one of many of those small touches.
The Wrinkle
Like a crease
on the soul
a surface
that seems smooth
until you look close
and really
pay attention.
My soul clenches,
tightening
in its vulnerability…
Back up.
Subdrop sucks. Just sayin’. Thank you so much for being there with me and helping me through it. I know I’m not easy to be around in close quarters when feeling raw and vulnerable. I can pretend I’m fine for most… but when you get too close the view changes drastically. You manage to always see me at my worst and love me despite the wrinkles in my soul in these moments.