a haiku of closure
the world, awash in moonlight.
just one month later,
you seem like a distant dream
the world, awash in moonlight.
just one month later,
you seem like a distant dream
This fog moved in suddenly this morning. I live very close to the sound and I’m on a bluff so the fog moves through us here. I can see billows of moisture swirling in the air backlit by the morning sun. This is all accompanied by the sound of a foghorn. It’s completely enchanting.
For as long as I remember, I have loved to give people flowers, cards or a smile, make them laugh, sing them a song or just generally find ways to brighten their day. My mom has always called me her “Sunshine”. It just feels good. I am blessed with numerous people in my life who…
I created a new word about something I have done a lot which I am henceforth eliminating from my vocabulary. Yes, that’s right, I am both creatrix and destructrix right now, in this moment. The word is “reminiscilocomotion (verb): the act of moving forward while looking back.” I am not the girl who got “bad-touched”…
“You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed.” -Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
A Northern Flicker flying away from the watering hole.
My wrists and your fingertips. Words measured with care Splay me wide open. I’m yours.