Poetry

I miss you like the sun longs to behold the earth and touch it with bright, warming rays when the gray clouds no longer block its path 💛  I miss you like the once verdant forests and meadows miss the longer, warmer days of summer before winter covered the land in snow  💛 I miss…

I feel like I’m falling like the floor below me is suddenly giving out as if I’m on the precipice of a cliff  and the rocks under my feet give way I’m grasping desperately for anything but my hands fail to grasp a hold of something and so I fall ~ I feel like I’m…

The rain has just concluded late, on a Sunday afternoon although that may deter others that is one of my favorite times to run along the creek by the woods near my home in Colorado 🌧️ The trail is deserted the creek overflows onto the path I breathe in the cool, moist air it is…