Your beauty lies in your roots, relentless, like a crying baby, not recognizing direction,
never finding your boundaries, but reaching still. Strong; steadfast, only deviating
from your path to bypass the debris, as you bend & shift in your new colors .
As the cold takes hold of your insides, will you only submit to sleep?
Photo by Rachel Bovee
Twisted sunlight filters through my eyelids and I break from my cocoon. Dreams turn to déjà vu and thoughts of the pending day fill the void. Dust swirls in the movement and cold air collects around my feet as I move towards the door, inevitably greeted by furry friends. Smile, and so it begins.
The stars cast a gentle warmth around me,
seducing my spirit away
to forgotten seasons.
Longing to be there…
twirling in the moon’s essence.
Memories caress fleeting thoughts,
as layers of dandelions and cherry blossoms
pierce the twilight hours.
Propped up against the porch railing,
thoughts slowly diminish,
leaves rustle delicately against the breeze,
and I swear I can hear the moonlight reaching for the grass below.
Crickets chirp in peaceful rhythm
with a confidence I’d never noticed.
The cool air grazes my face,
reminding me of little girl indulgences…
staring straight up into the clouds
and recklessly spinning in circles,
dew-speckled grass wetting my toes,
I turn to climb that weeping willow high enough to
conquer the shadows.
“Nature’s Dance” & Photography by Rachel Bovee
