a saturday morning

Bits of dream still stick to my eyelids
While sun and shadow dapple homemade quilts.
Little paws demand attention
My commitment to unconsciousness wilts.

There's a lemon glow from my eastward window
Avian sun worshipers begin their daily chants.
Hardbacks, paperbacks are splayed to present points
Pull on those worn, plaid pajama pants.

resolute realism

I dislike Resolutions because blah blah blah... Anyway, I prefer yearly guidelines.  A loose list with no crushing guilt if things don't work out - because I'm trying to morph into a Type B personality over here. Also known as The Lazy Person's Resolutions (?). I prefer that we just call it realism.

• Travel, travel, travel
• Asking "why not?" instead of "why?". Adventures to hopefully ensue.
• Pursuing a degree I really care about instead of putting it off because it could literally take 10+ years to finish.
• 2015 is the year I will really dance. I LOVE to dance and I've always put it on the back burner but this is my year to cut all the rugs.
• Learn passable Italian (Refer back to #1... and so my sister and I can have secret conversations - though possibly hampered by the fact that most of our words will probably encompass food and toilets.)
• Write more things, even though you may never see them.
• Try to continue a 75% (ish) vegan diet because, why not?
• Become a Hugger (This may be the hardest one. Help me; Hug first because I'll probably forget...)
• And for the love of God; stop dropping my phone.

I never could have forecast all that happened in 2014, I'm looking forward to the same ambiguity from 2015.

pinprick

Out the window, in the grey, I see a twinkle.

The neighbor's light shines a hello.

A pinprick of fire.

Traveling across the fields, between the trees and through the fog.

This day feels lonely and cold, especially after my nightmares of the dark before.

You are not alone.

The light tells me.

Warmth, goodness and peace can still be yours.

A cardinal dressed in red dances through my twinkling reminder.

There are always bright spots in the darkest moments.

(Rescued from 12.03.11)

promises

gaping

I knew all of your small things.

Your shuffles. Your razor habits.

Your 80% cocoa preferences.

The greens and blues of your favorite plaid shirts.

Pauses while you searched each room for me.

Once you finished Gatsby in a tent.

Smiles. Toothbrushes. Shampoo bottles.

Hats we bought to perch on your head.

Nothing on earth is all light

Or dark.

Get in the car, let’s drive somewhere new.

nebraska nights - for Bonnie

Sunsets bring conversations
Deep like the bottomless night.
Two hearts and souls laid bare
Witnessed by a Sky Full of Stars.

Peppermint Schnapps & cocoa,
Black cat slinking into cold sunflowers.
Starting the goodbye months in advance
Didn't stave off the pain to come.

Black pens & lined paper
A homemade story baked fresh.
We examine how we got here
As the city sparkles in the giant's shadow.

Wiping our eyes on blankets
And catching our fogging breath.
Grafted hearts returned to chests
Mingled lives with no regrets.

interlude

Rain & Covers
A pair of curled up lovers

Snow & Wine
Everyone runs out of time

Mountain views
When you leave I won't feel used