Finding Peace

This week I have been climbing vertical stairs to find moments of ascended peace. It has been an exceptionally sunny week.

In the wayside, a Colt’s Foot brought colors of Spring, I didn’t pick it. I left it to bloom taller. I wore bright pink lipstick to make people smile. Where are they all going in the early morning hours? I am going towards tomorrow.

Glass clear Horizon with frosty breath. Skinny winter sun. Strawberries for breakfast. Blackbirds and little tigers in the woods. Ice breaking around orange mooring poles. Was it a seal tossing white water towards the shore? Or just a sound of what’s to come.

Angels are still asleep underground. I pick feathers to paint with. Brushes are too expensive. Stroke soft hair against my bare skin. The sky opens and my feet start to warm up.

I start walking home. See you again on the sunny road.

Farewell February

February has been a month of quiet reflection, transformative events and farewells. The newness of life has settled and a pattern has emerged.

Favorite spots have been picked and morning walks have turned into poetry.

Dreams are talking loudly while people are whispering. The world remains beautiful despite violent outbursts of tyrants and conspirators.

Birds swim towards temptation and the sea curls into itself and soon it will be spring again and white feathers will carry hope and push us gently over the edge into gold and summer.