I watch the trees outside move in the breeze.
Their new blossoms flow lazy and smooth.
This month moves faster than I ever thought it could,
And for the first time I do not look into the mouth of that lion called change,
As May ushers itself in.
Life is long and short,
And springtime is here in all it’s glory before I’ve really bid winter goodbye.
I watch the very first blooms of bleeding hearts in the backyard sway in the wind.
They are me, beautiful in our imperfection.
Change is never easy.
I have replaced a tree outside one window with a new one,
One small corner of the universe.
Another year passes and I wonder where the time went.
Colors fly and suddenly the flowers bloom again.
It is peaceful in this twenty third April.
It is twenty degrees on a February friday,
The windchill burns my hands.
I think that I have a choice in life,
To light a candle or curse the shadows.
Today, I look for rainbows over the river.
Thoughts on a January Friday
There is fear in the air today.
If that fear is a bad thing.
Only when one is scared can one be brave,
Change comes on the wind and I refuse to break.
Charted territory is only such because someone thrust into the unknown to make the map.
I will not let this fear take me.
I will be scared, I will let it make me strong.
I can face this thing that comes along.