The weight of the fog is heavy.But it brings a quiet peace.An anchor.Strong and steady when our world feels unmoored.
Anchor
January
January entered like a knife.Cutting deeply.Drawing blood.Unexpected.Still…in shock. Has it always been like this?The last few Januarys I can remember… Perhaps January arrives in violent chaosWhile we seek stillness and new beginnings.Perhaps to awaken us.Perhaps to galvanize.To let us know we must fightIf we want our dreams to survive. Coughing. Wheezing.Bleeding. Sneezing.Licking wounds.Tending to the... Continue Reading →
The Old Apple Tree
She was here when I arrived.Subtle.Unassuming.Unremarkable to look at.With so much nature all around,She was one of many.Of multitudes… Quietly, she stoodOffering gentle shadeAnd a place to rest.If one chose to do such things.But, how would one choose her quiet peaceWhen the sun shone brightAnd the days were long and full of light? She waited... Continue Reading →
Soliloquy on Imperfectionism 