Day 30 – 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. 

Week 37 – Five O’Clock

Five O’Clock

It has been a long winter.

The darkness comes in with the snow,

The window is numb to my touch,

My fingertips burn.

Tonight I look up,

The sky is cloudless and the sun setting in the west on the Hudson River takes my breath away.

It has been a long time since I have seen the sun set,

The days are getting longer and I know there is still a long road ahead.

There are daffodils at the florist.

Spring, is slowly finding its way here. 

Week 31 – Lost and Found

Lost and Found

It’s quiet.

My hair is braided down my back,

My bean boots and sweater on.


It is wintertime,

And now I know for certain I am not her.

I’m me, long brown hair and glasses,

Awkward and sincere.


I know now.

I can’t compete, but I don’t have to.

This is my life,

And I will chase the sun before I will chase you.


I never lost you, but I found myself,

In the cattails and the soils, in books and in my heart.


Somehow that’s everything to me.