hold

 

November 29, 2011

In your sleep you took my hand and didn’t let go. Best friend, why do I feel like you’re gone or trying to run away? I am going no where, I am here still, I am waiting. Hold my hand please, just a little tighter. I feel, if you’re holding me, I’m allowed to hold on too.

winter

I can’t escape this longing for a bitter cold winter. My body craves that deep chill, the wind rushing through a bulky knit sweater, raising goosebumps on my skin. I miss my snow boots, my heavy rugged snow boots. My heart aches for the day-long silence after a snow fall and the deafening peace that envelopes my own little world. I want to snowshoe, to build snow creatures, to ski, to push my body until it aches. The dull, all consuming ache that tells me I’m alive. The ache that is only soothed by a calm snow fall, numbing winter winds and the warmth of a roaring fire. Winter I am waiting for you.

in my heart

November 2, 2011

I am chilled by the crisp fall air. The snow crunching under my boots, untimely this early in November, teases me. I crave that bitter cold of winter, the shivers and chills to then be comforted by a fire. I see my life as I’d like it to be, years from now. A creaking farm house, nestled between oaks and maples, plumes of smoking bursting from the chimney top. Wafting sent of apple pie and freshly baked breads, a warm cup of tea in my hand an a book in my other. Snow falling silently beyond the windows, drifting here and there on the whispers of winds. A dog at my feet, waiting for someone to return home. Peace and love in my heart.