And summer smirks its rapturous blooms
But autumn's gifts are hard to beat
Gold and gems laid at our feet.
Spring bursts in firstborn green
And summer smirks its rapturous blooms But autumn's gifts are hard to beat Gold and gems laid at our feet.
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Sorrow presses hard Staring out my eyeballs like the devil Heart clouds gather The rain streaks my cheeks. Withdrawn child – be tender with yourself Your heart is hand blown glass Cup it in your hands Caress the vulnerability This day is a frail day – It is treasure easily shattered. Hold it gingerly - cherishing This was the original, very personal version of this piece: Upon waking I did not know that this would be one of my frail days But the day looms before me - an enemy poised to fight - and me with no fight. One foot before the other - barely One thought to another - barely Struggling to see outside my brain. Sorrow presses hard - staring out my eyeballs like the devil. Heart clouds gather and rain streaks my cheeks. Today I must be a child withdrawn -tender with myself. My hands caress my heart's vulnerability - Not a bouncing ball today but glass hand blown. Today is one of my frail days. I hold it gingerly - treasuring. |