Not always big.
Not always deep.
Sometimes
the drown comes
soft and sweet.
A tendril
that licks
against the skin,
brushing beneath
against the soul.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Gideon’s Challenge
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
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.




