September sunset, blues and pinks spill like secrets, the sky learns to blush. A jacket half-zipped, the breeze smells of burnt sugar, shadows stretch too long. Geese carve the night air, times no one can decipher, yet we understand.

A hymn of hope through ragged bones,A lighter load to carry home.Her temper tamed, the storm is gone,The wind it sings, she carries on. So let the waves come rollin’, rollin’,Let the tide take hold of her.With a heart unbroken, open,She’ll set her soul upon the sea. A bud unfolds in winter’s hand,Dipped in snow…

The scent of earth in the wind, deep belly laughs that break the night, millions of stars twinkling cheekily, a fire whispering in the quiet. Sleepy dogs by the crackling flame, a song that never lets me go, barefoot wandering through the grass, a world that feels like home. And it’s enough, a little life,…

I bought a Celosiaon sale at the market,a pot of purple flames,pink whispers at the roots. I didn’t know how to care for it.But I knew I needed somethingto care for me. I set it on the sillin the sunlit roomAnd it rosehead high,drinking it in. We all should bloom like thatShoulders tall as roots,feet…