today i am wistfully blue
lightish grey
offish white
or possibly my favourite
just a
pale
yellow
the sun is shining
beautifully
on my face
and I feel myself
in want
of
nurturing
but what
when we ourselves
are the
nurturers
and men
just don’t understand
or do they?
maybe it doesn’t help
that I am reading a book
about family dynamics
caring for aging parents,
caring for aging parents,
losing one’s parents
clearing and sorting
of the stuff
of life
and these are
things that continue
to spill over
here
books have a way of
sucking me in
and family dynamics …
heh! stories for another time
most likely I am feeling
seasonal
seasonal
as things edge closer
to changing and
fading
fortunately, I suppose
fall
does seem a season
of nurturing
gathering in, in comfort and warmth
it’s just
the adjusting
to
and of course
the letting go
with a necessary
ease
with a necessary
ease
and
so I offer myself
a bit of
kindness
possibly today
I am not
just
a pale yellow,
but a soft
buttery, supple
soothing
Light
yellow
yellow
warmed gently
from within
the raspy, buzzing sounds
of a grasshopper
draw my attention
to the pond
suddenly a flutter of wings
float by
in a shadow
above
above
and I look around for
the owner
but I can’t seem to place them
a cloud moves
light
shines
and I smile
and I smile
back
up to the sun
deep breath in
eyes close
heart open
and in Gratitude
and Kindness
and Kindness
I think,
perhaps
those wings…
they
belong
to
me ♥