Geese-song in the sun behind me. Blood-rose riding the living air. Squirrel-alarm, upside down, from the neighbor’s tree.
Something roars in the distance. A long-held note. Too steady to be natural. Only Man makes things so static.
I ebb. I crescendo. I blaze like our wintering garden.
Please, let me be waking up.
SandySue Altered
Nov 18, 2020 @ 09:43:32
Welcome back.
Nov 19, 2020 @ 05:23:43
😊❤️
Nov 18, 2020 @ 09:45:46
To be honest with you, Sandy Sue, I don’t understand a word of above. I’m just VERY HAPPY to hear from you – that’s all….. Be well. Let’s not loose hope and the sure knowledge that some sort of normality WILL return.
Love, Kiki
Nov 19, 2020 @ 05:24:34
Sure you do. 😊
Nov 18, 2020 @ 09:47:21
“Look closer. This is what poetry is. A desk marked by a curious orbit of coffee stains. The trash bin overflowing with receipts. The walls, painted a ludicrous, caffeinated purple. A single geranium on the verge of a vigorous bloom. Words like fire. A woman pausing at a window for stories. A fertile, overlarge lawn. A cloud of longing posing as a love letter. – Maya Rachel Stein
Nov 19, 2020 @ 05:23:13
Yes.
Nov 19, 2020 @ 04:53:33
Sending good juju streaming your way, Sandy! Xox
Nov 19, 2020 @ 05:22:37
Hello, Friend.
Nov 19, 2020 @ 05:22:52
💕🥰
Nov 19, 2020 @ 05:20:41
Beautiful…
Please, let us all be waking up!
Nov 19, 2020 @ 05:21:49
😊❤️
Nov 21, 2020 @ 22:28:59
This is a very sensory verse. I can totally relate to the squirrels hanging upside down. I had five in my yard today decimating the bird feeders.
And the human hum/annoying drone of leaf blowers is enough to make me turn feral and want to whack the things with a club.
I too hope you wake from a wintering garden into a spring of rebirth. And, if it takes many months in the getting here, I hope you dream of sunshine until then.
Dec 04, 2020 @ 07:02:51
Oh, this was the perfect reminder to be patient. Thank you.