Day 30 – Imperfection

Imperfection

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. 

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Day 21 – Mental Health Day

Mental Health Day

Soft strains of guitar music float through the screen. 

The east side light of the late afternoon mixing sun against the tree branches.

It is a sleepy little corner of Brooklyn my window faces today.