Certainly lumpish//My muse is lazy this morning...
Morning Contentment
Above the Unknown
...above the unknown, you transcend it all...
On Wandering
...the old, wizened man//Is steadfast in the knees...
Wintry Peace
Stillness benumbs foment//We fear the wintry peace
Muttered Memory
It certainly seems the season//For muted colors and muttered memory...
Little Joys, Tiny Victories
Each day has such little joys and tiny victories//If we only take a moment to look around...
The Right Kind of Sigh
It's raining inside But not in the way you'd think... It's as if the coffee is sitting on the corner table pillow and blanket splayed on the couch as if I haven't turned the lights on yet just a gray light filling the room filtering through the unguarded window brushing over every surface even houseplants... Continue Reading →
Windstrewn Self
These effervescent throes That toss me to and fro Sea-waves to the unknown From origins condoned I, with my fate, betrothed Content, and yet I stow Rebellion, and loe For windstrewn self, in tow
December Rose 