when flowers turn to me I greet them with a smile we sway together if I’m lucky I get a dance some are shy, but most adore the attention they love it when I stop along the way telling me secrets like they only bloom for me and growing high toward the sky is a goal from the seed they love rain…though, not too much just a quench bees come over on Sunday and leave with sprinkled gifts fields are nice when people run through them trails are cozy when adventurers explore them gardens are where they flourish making your heart feel something is where they reach so they say when I stop when flowers turn to me
a chair with no back black and white paint flicks all over it it’s pulled to the threshold of a spring rain where I was perched at that tiny door under the house I am mesmerized I am tranquil I am frozen in awe in comfort in curiosity as the small rain rivers push down our little lane carving its fight water from the sky stretching and stretching for something bigger to the ocean that’s only a small way from our hamlet home perhaps there’s a seagull struggling in the wind, I hope he makes it I think about birds for a moment and gales until buoys pull me away out there drowning over and over in the storm swells boats rocked in all the wrong directions kelp flaps clinging to moorings who never wanted them in the first place then I catch a race a bottle cap leads a fallen leaf both carried along the curbside down the road passing gravel traps and grass hazards the cheers in my head grow loud as rain poured like applause thunder even showed and lighting had to come too to see this race and how small it was a spectacle on a grand scale to me the only fan of something worth an encore it was then the rain stopped as the bottle cap did by the fallen leaf both stalled by the grate covered in debris drifting and dancing together like memories do
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I discuss being sick of the weather and how winter can sometimes freeze our lust for the year’s colder months. I also talk about keeping positivity going and grabbing as many pockets of happiness as possible. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
