Category: seasons

Dear Page.

Dear page,

Days have passed since we last engaged

and now my fingers skirt across your soft and delicate

soul and the words tumble out as I explore those tingling

sensations of lunacy. Autumn leave’s that scatter through

the air like bright and delightful fireworks, and oh the deep

scent of burning wood as a warm mist clings to the air, whilst

a flock of nameless birds sing proudly across the tree tops.

Doors open doors close and all about, the world moves forward.

The warmth of covers pulled high above my head as rain falls

outside my window, and for a moment I lay there and feel peace.

I feel a calm that soothes across my mind, I feel sleep calling

to me as my limbs are heavy and my thoughts become so very

light. Today, I could not be touched, I could not reached, I

was so far outside of my very own bubble. I could feel the universe,

her energy dancing past me, her love walking through me,

her thoughts guiding me. Dear page, it has been so very long

since we have engaged.


Blooms beneath the moon.

As the sun rises far above my head

the moon starts its daily descent

with soft hues of baby blue

it bids farewell to me and you.

Birds join in perfect tune,

singing songs of the upcoming bloom.

Karen Hayward (c) 2015.