Tagged: transience

every spring, dreaming

a matter of chance –

in passing, older

in passing, older
azaleas whisper to new
azaleas, stay for

a season or two, then don’t
be afraid to let go, transform

tucked into this

january is

january is
helping grandma hang on or
let go, wavering

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: wavering

even the sunset

even the sunset
is but a momentary
scroll, when unrolled, peels

across the fleeting sky, why
would we be any different

on a windswept

i have been asked

i have been asked
by my heart
to start
winding up. Spring
gingerly drums
her fingers
on the bedroom
windows, wet
for the third
Sunday in a row.

i have been asked
by my heart
to stop
neglecting. the cherry
blossoms you think so
little of for their
brevity is balling up
their fists again, still
defiant in their
ninety-eighth year.

i have not been asked
by my heart
to fill up
the emptiness. biology
shows us that our hearts
were made to be emptied,
filled, emptied,
filled, but no one can
narrow the number of
times down to a science