Are we filled with mourning, filled with grief
When branches release their last brown leaf
Are we filled with anguish, filled with woe
When the sun melts the last cindered snow

Seasons are a blended transition
“One day”s coming into fruition
And so is this life into the next
Letting go, while clutching to our chest
Like a dainty rose held too…read more

In the space between beginning to fall and feeling pain
Rain’s sudden stop while driving under a bridge
Laughter silenced by holding breath through a tunnel
A dropped glass’ last second before the shatter
Quiet lightening cracks awaiting the clap of thunder
Sudden pauses, the allusion of frozen time
A breath of fresh air or the wind knocked out…read more