
wrapped tightly now
opportunity hydrates
freedom giggling

wrapped tightly now
opportunity hydrates
freedom giggling

When days drag, here in the office alone and the optimism is low,
There’s this; your quick video of the open road.
My smile begins across the eyes, a sparkle creates a giggle, my mind senses your truth.
I’m not there but I feel the energy you often exude.
A tractor trailer rolls on down the road, spit causes the shine, and your power is felt by everyone as you drive along by.
Yet, Little Deuce Coupe, is the tune you’re singing, tapping your cowboy boot against the pedal: a musical pair unlike any other.
And I grin, because I’m proud of you, who you are, and wish I was riding along, Big Brother.

treasures kept sheltered
harbored closely within
delicate layers possibly
sought after, one day
keenly aware, yet
hesitant to believe in
their existence,
he’ll seek
may she be found adequate,
even desirable,
arguably – his purpose,
one day

*cardinal calling “here, here”
*cardinal calling “here, here”
Me: I hear you.
*cardinal calling “here, here”
*cardinal calling “here, here”
Me: Where are you?
*standing outside looking up about to get into the car*
*cardinal calling “here, here”
*cardinal calling “here, here”
Me: There you are up in my tree!
*two cardinals fly away happily*
Me: I see you! *calling out in a squeal*
My Young Redhead: *exasperated, yet looking*
Momma, they aren’t five year olds!?!
Me: *sighs* I sounded like Snow White, didn’t I?
My Young Redhead: *giggles*
No, just you being you, Momma
Me: *smiles* Not so bad, is it?
…and our eyes continued to shine.

contagious; the hum created
faster rubber, faster
goosebumps
sideways smile, slight dimple
upon me
the possibilities await
and the doves coo’d this morning

peruse, but take care;
vulnerable: only the prelude to what is needed when describing her.
sensuous verdure, yet saffron is shy’s color in nature.
Autumn breezes by
she feels him upon her skin
and she yearns for more, His protection everything.

I have faith in you
I don’t have to have a reason,
I’ll wait forever if I must.
Wouldn’t life be wonderful
You’re the only one,
The only one I trust.

If I wrote of awe struck
as cliché as it is
would you listen in interest
or out of duty, as it has been
my desires remain

My Muse,
From the moment I read you I knew. You wouldn’t be easily removed, from my heart, my mind or my life.
Beautiful sunset tonight
An airport full of people to watch
Planes flying high
and I continue to look down.


an ache within
for progress;
strengthening,
surrender something beautiful
surrender something sure.
a simple decree
less distress; a little more
happily ever after,
surrender something beautiful
surrender something sure.
apricot visions
release me;
wandering free the verdict –
but far from home,
surrender something beautiful
surrender something sure.

I flew in in the dark of night,
saw the lights of a city to where I’d never been.
In to a state I’d not once seen,
and a part of the country still foreign to me.
Welcomed with open arms, yet I could not feel them.
Searching aimlessly by my own accord,
instead of submitting to the joys of freedom;
ones offered by just stepping off the plane.
And when I left, I called and told him about the cookies.
you would know I’ve sat within the thrush of nature
my soul is joyous there.
this cool fall evening offers a melody and my mind plunges into creative fidgeting.
my eyes wander from hues of verdant to hints of Autumn’s tangerine,
but it’s the obvious sounds of industry
that bring you closer to me.

Take a hint, Lady!
When will she ever learn?
Evidence seemed simple enough,
the airwaves were quiet;
he’d gone away:
the man knew what he wanted – she wasn’t her.


exposing canvas
materials congregate
yesterday lingers

might I come for awhile,
little bitty dreams
of yesterday
have returned.
crisp air has forged
a wool blanket, yet
within you I’d feel protected.
air has freedom I’m unsure
of, terrifying ideas
too many possibles,
too many versions of me
compete.
your walls,
could bring me peace,
looking up …
the distance makes
me dizzy.

Milestones met
at the start of the sun,
give it two years,
the daily will be done,
and then
what?

Spent the day in the city with my daughter.
We parked downtown, walked for what felt like miles, the early hustle smelled delightful.
Saw colors in every direction.
We laughed, we sampled stores out of our comfort zone, drinks, food, books, music and art, as well. Our eyes sparkled in intrest.
We danced through walkways, giggled past what we knew we’d never understand, and held hands.
We reintroduced ourselves to chopsticks via YouTube and introduced ourselves to the sushi bar & spicy tuna.
We mused how shy girls could ever possibly find their voice, and teared up when the Columbian bracelets we admired were made for those who needed to learn how to communicate.
We wear matching aquamarine stone bracelets now, and thanked fate for bringing our conversation, in the car ride over, full circle.
We painted and sang without a care in the world. Allowing who we are a place of comfort – us, showing our little girl.
Busy streets we drove on and found parking within offered an exciting challenge,
But something changed inside of me as my daughter confessed,
“Momma, look at all we did just us – no men.
No brother, no daddy, …”
At 15 she felt empowered and ready for another adventure to begin.
Of course, my daughter, you are right. I’ve taught you how to live.
I mused quietly to myself, yes, yet again…
Just wait.
One day you’ll feel your hand within his,
or its warmth guiding you at the small of your back,
you’ll stand a bit taller with his palm holding your elbow, as you move along,
his stature in true protection will leave you in awe,
and his voice in your ear, at the end of the night, the one making up a lullaby song,
will be the reason doing life alone feels so wrong.

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embrace circle connection
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