Time’s rushing by like a river. There was a hard frost on the ground this morning. I’ve been busy with work and busy with play and busy chasing hopes and dreams in between, so I hadn’t noticed winter creeping up around the edges. I was hanging suspended for a while, swaying, not sure which way to go, but you’ll be happy to know I’ve thrown up some threads and started to weave a web again. I feel steadier, less raw, less exposed – a little frost won’t hurt me now. I’ve been distracted, but there can be delight in distraction – it shows you paths you might not have seen when you were single-minded. You can come back to yourself and find a little purpose. And in the meantime, I po’ed an em.
Nothing to reproach
Sunlight sparkling on a crystal lake
Mountains folding you in a rocky embrace
And clouds floating by their greeting
You were gone too long
Don’t go away again
That’s what they say
But if you come back
The streets will welcome you
New faces will become old friends
Just show yours
Take the roads you used to ride
Gently pluck the threads
See, they resonate like musical strings
The past becomes a story
The future an open book
Lovely poem, Sara! I also liked your intro paragraph. “A little frost won’t hurt me now…” It sounds like you’re in a better place emotionally that you were a couple months ago. 🙂 What do you think?
Thank you, Sara.. A resounding yes!!!
Gorgeous poem! I’m thrilled to hear you’re in a better headspace & back in beautiful QT ♡ Enjoy your season pass, may there be epic powder 😉
Thanks Steph 😀 haha, we’re definitely due some powder that’s for sure – this is the season!
WordPress doesn’t show me your posts in my reader until they’re a few days old 🙁
But I’m glad you’re feeling better. It’s always an interesting experience to return to a place you’ve already been, and see how you’ve both changed.