If you keep a sunny attitude, you will glow like a rainbow when life gets stormy.
-all posts-
Deciduous
just like trees
my life is a mix—
seasonal change
and evergreen
Venules
Passion does not study anatomy in books.
Cry it out
When you allow the tears to flow out, you’re allowing relief and hope and faith and all sorts of good things to come in.
Alone in the city
my heart is dying
for this gambel’s quail crying
lovesick for a mate
It’s staggering
Evolution: that last step was a doozy!
Looking forward
If winter wrote an autobiography, it would be mostly about the spring.
Inferno
menopause is dry
as wood chips but it’s kindling
for warm winter fires
From the library to the park
Happiness is sharing a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry with a
Weary
“When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.”
—Antonio Porchia (1886–1968), Voces, 1943–1966, translated from the Spanish by W. S. Merwin (1927–2019), 1968
Slipping
one by one the trees they fall
and before you know it, the forest
Glorious
imagine how many glorious winters and springs
the stars from their celestial perches have seen—
Hard life, good life
Life can be hard, but if you’ve got somebody to love — Yay!