Perfection in miniature…the artistry of a black-tailed red sheet weaver. My yard is loaded with these little webs. When I walk my dog in the field at night with my head lamp on the ground flickers with sparkling blue eyes when the light hits them. My favorite glimmer yet.
seasonal shifts
it’s been raining for days ache settling in deep, lingering i would trade the wisdom of 70 years for an hour’s relief from the pain bone on bone, sinews on fire it’s been raining for days drenching me in acid frizzing my thinning hair pins and needles gnawing my skin aging gracefully is a myth they tell us when we are young and unbothered when aging is just a word used to sell us creams, serums, oils and elixirs from some elusive fountain hooking us when we are young as if we can stop the seasons even nature loses her luster in autumn cold breezes toss the turning leaves inviting them to break free for a brief, exhilarating plunge to earth to settle under a wisp of sparkling frost it’s been raining for days and it occurs to me that I am clinging too tightly to broken promises of youth it’s time for me too, to let go, to enter into my season of rest, to stop pushing through, to nurture my tender places to settle in under a wisp of sparkling frost beautiful winter, dark and crystalline, harbinger of spring, is coming soon
I feel it in my bones hours before the first drop when the sky floods gray and heavy, my knees scream my back aches and my hair becomes a web of straw clinging to my head…my thought process grows sluggish…and I think the very best I can manage is a nap, a very long nap in fact wake me up come spring when the rain is sweet and cool not this bone-chilling deluge that drenches fallen leaves grinding them into loam tree limbs overhead stripped bare, unable to shade the carnage below oh that it would snow, this season in between has lost its charm the letting go, the letting go… to death…I feel it in my bones
breezes that smell of musk and life simmering just below the loam
wet
air that makes me wish i’d worn less today my skin sweating from the heat, my core on fire with fever
~kat
Another Cadae. I love this poetry form! The weather wtoday is quite balmy. A calm before a storm heading our way. As I type hornets that have roused from their boroughs are swirling around me with their incessant buzzing. I’m sure they are just as happy as me that spring is ever near, but they add a bit of drama to my attempt to soak in the sun and rest for a spell. 🙄
from a distance letting go takes one’s breath a symphony of amber, crimson, gold, emerald summer flare fading, cool winds of change wooing us to dance like dervishes to break free of all bounds, to ride the gale with abandon, to flutter softly to the earth, in afterglow of ecstasy, to drink the dew, to sleep letting go takes one’s breath from a distance
when one draws near there’s no denying truth clarity, reality, convey a somber view of brittle bones, age-dappled skin, fragile veins, the cusp of death, spring, summer, now autumn fading, letting go, the grim final hurrah that exposes our nakedness letting go is not so pretty, we cling, longing for a spring we’ll never see there’s no denying truth when one draws near
in the end when all is said and done when all that is left of us is dust when the earth reclaims our mortal shell, what stories will our brief life tell, memories perhaps of greening, vibrant, shading, dancing, dreaming, kissed by sun, caressed in moon glow, brief, a blip, we laughed, we loved, we lived life full…oh how we loved! when all is said and done in the end
snow gets old, a bummer…
we’ll miss cold come summer
~kat
Day 27 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge. As much as I complain about the cold, I am well aware that once mid-summer arrives I will be begging for relief from the heat! We are never happy. 🙂
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