not-quite Journaling, 48
me be the heart
of your twilight, the darkness
balancing the light
gloom and chill fill
skies and flesh and bones,
I rejoice in all the warmth
a sunny picture can hold.
12/23/2022: It’s raining cats and dogs and probably rabid raccoons. The
sun hasn’t been out since the Winter Solstice, and I’m missing it. So, do send
some sun-warmth my way (artificial light shining on my cactus corner just
isn’t cutting it).
12/24/2022: In case the cold gets so deep into your bones that you start forgetting that spring is just a few months in the blooming (and yes, by “you” I also mean “me”). 🥶 …🌱
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #58: Reclaim, Rekindle, Rebirth.