Yesterday morning things were seriously chilly around here. We had been promised/threatened with the chance of snow, but no such luck. Instead we had some sun and sparkly frozen things.
Bits and pieces
swirling in my head
bumping
crashing
blocks of black
and gray, with the occasional burst
of yellow,
sometimes white.
Breaths that won’t go in,
can’t come out.
Lines growing deeper,
time growing shorter.
The path feels less familiar,
no signs to guide me.
Bigness all around me,
all inside me.
Shall I Make more
to Be more
to Get more?
Churn and turn the black and gray
into brightness.
Gripping whitely,
gripping tightly.
Finding light.
Lefty misses the seasons of Seattle, is limited to the temperate colors and fog of San Francisco. Yesterday it was a sunny 60 degrees here, and this is what I saw.
And soon I’ll be cutting this for wreaths…
