dawn came with a rush and sibilance of air as geese flew overhead, a solitary crow on a telegraph wire, watching. the sky steaked with brilliant pink fading to soft antique rose, lavender clouds with luminous edges. bumblebees already bumblebeing, busy on the sunshine yellow bird’s foot trefoil and the sun itself, slowly emerging from the clouds, golden and brilliant.
1. pale grey rainy day, drops glisten on a cobweb – tree wreathed in diamonds. 2. I’ve nowhere to be on this sleepy afternoon so I build a fire. 3. barely drizzling this rain doesn’t bother me, the fire shrugs it off. 4. I watch the flames dance, my mind drifts as it pleases I’m almost at peace.
1. going to the woods to lose and find myself. 2. up with the dawn who came dancing in a pink dress bathed in light. 3. … and all the tree trunks turn to gold. 4. morning meditation: scents of leafmould and charcoal murmur of impermanence. 5. a forest morning, in this moment I’m serene – the trees breathe with me. 6. doing less and thinking more. 7. the trees alchemy: turning sunlight into leaves. 8. a robin came to visit, such a tiny creature to carry so many smiles. 9. by the still lake, calming my mind. a fish rises like a thought – the lake returns to stillness, unperturbed. 10. heart full of brilliant sunshine: lighting up the haunted shadows, driving out the deathly dark. 11. caught a bit of happiness, a butterfly for a moment in my hands. 12. I’m so full of hope I am a bubble: floating, fragile, scared that I might pop. 13. I would share my hope with you. 14 wishes and wonder keep us afloat. 15. let me dream a little longer, let me dream a little more. 16. been talking to trees and touching the earth. 17. the trees know. 18. don’t try to be better than anything or anyone, just try to be. 19. hide me in the dark, under moss, where the earth smells rich with decay and the promise of rebirth, of growing new, strong, bright, into the sunlight. 20. open your heart – nothing thrives in a cage. 21. the sound of a pigeon’s wings like angels overhead and a crow, laughing. 22. lilac and rose-pink candyfloss clouds strewn in a baby-blue sky. 23. the world is spinning through space and I am sitting, small, quiet, by a campfire watching the leaves play in the breeze as the sun drains slowly from the sky. 24. let’s fill our pockets with happy moments to feast on when we’re sad. 25. smell of moss and woodsmoke moths dancing over flames. 26. I’m dreaming of past lives, past hurts, disappearing like smoke into the sky. 27. I don’t have to be sad always, anymore. 28. I’m very busy unlearning. 29. noticing the tiny things. 30. I am made of multitudes, all the tiny pieces, lost by everyone I ever knew. 31. this fire, burning like a poet’s heart. 32. the fire slowly dying, a universe in miniature. galaxies flare and disappear in the embers: just moments in time. 33. and when the fire is done sift through the ashes, love… you’ll find me curled up tiny-small – just a fledgling phoenix, but a phoenix nonetheless. 34. I want to be remembered as a kindness. 35. I’m slowly becoming possible. 36. I have all I need in these empty hands.
I’m thinking on impermanence as I watch the river flow: how every state and circumstance with time will surely go the flowers wilt and bloom again, they’re dying as they grow. and if you don’t believe me ask a river, it will know.
