late summer haiku

ByKymberlee August 18, 2011

poppy seeds scatter to soil
illusions shattered
dead rose petals fall softly

return

ByKymberlee July 26, 2007

I walked quietly through the gate and happened upon a mourning dove Alas, I scared her away She, wild creature waited warily but patiently until it was safe to return I, keeping my distance, wanting her to know I meant no harm and return she did!

healing | love | photography | self-excavation | truth

cracking open

ByKymberlee November 23, 2010

My heart seems to be cracking open wider and wider every day as I face my fear of being alone, my fear of abandonment and open to my deep yearning for belonging. Really allowing myself to feel loss rather than just replacing it with someone or something else has been an act of tremendous courage….

flow.

ByKymberlee October 11, 2024October 11, 2024

flow like a meandering conversation with a stranger

winter haiku

ByKymberlee December 17, 2010

encaustic overlaid with digital photo dark and ever darker turning deep within the songbird prepares her flight

surrender [a free write]

ByKymberlee December 27, 2010

In my Free Will Astrology reading for this week, Rob Brezny urges me to “Surrender to the naked truth of what you love,” in order to open the door to my future. What follows is an unfiltered free write on the naked truth of what I love. The naked truth, after all, is a big…

sometimes empty

ByKymberlee October 4, 2024October 4, 2024

I hear songbirds and the last, dying breaths of the cicadas.

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