Heat radiates above the tree line As the coolness seeps in from the woods to stir our lethargy to revive us so that we may sit in the twilight, outside the cottage as the firefly leads the way.
Tag: #hour9
The Secret Garden
Long forgotten neglected beautiful in its chaos she turned the key and pushed gasping, she sensed a kindred spirit something tangible that was as wild as she felt inside as she brought it back to life the garden returned the favor
The Goldfinch*
In the death of winter, The goldfinches fly To the little feeder in the big pine. Some might say, Most likely to eat. Others may say, to socialize and mate. I listen respectively. Smiling in secret. For I know in my heart, The goldfinch is…
Angels and Demons
YES, it is true I am a combination Like you I am an angel and a demon A yin and a yang a black and a white A mixture of a wrong and a right Some days I’m easy at times I’m complicated I won’t…
Still Me (Hour 9)
When your masks of pretend and deceit fall away, I’ll still be me. When your words slip, but cannot persuade, I’ll be the brutality that cuts the cord, in quiet whispers and kindness on the wind, ending in inevitable silence. You might see my visage…
Where There Is Light (Hour 9)
WHERE THERE IS LIGHT The constant of time is staggering, bewildering, and heartbreaking. So tonight, I will time to stop. I do not ask, I do not beg, I will it. Just for a moment. Let me sit in the stillness of a void I…
Hour Nine
Spider Spider don’t crawl towards me like my lover Spider don’t entangle me in your web like my lover Spider don’t spit venom on me like my lover
Tailgate
Iridescent, invisible strands of webbing are affixed to the taillight and bumper of the old car in the space next to mine. The round brown body of the small spider patrols the web looking for passengers or any others waiting for a ride.
Niche
For the longest time I was alone Until one day It showed up In a small corner of the low ceiling The itsy-bitsy spider swirled Gracefully, repetitively Creating a niche To call home. I watched fascinated The sleek movements All so perfectly balanced Then I…