12.22

I already knew that there will be days when a blog entry of this series will only be

short

or

short & simple

or


short, simple & sweet


and often times even if I am bursting with stories to tell, it will come out as a vague post not even people I personally know would understand...


today is one of those days... bursting with stories but I can´t seem to gather them into one coherent post...

and it seems poetry is the key for scattered reverie...



I feel Autumn in my bones, a different kind of season dawns

I feel the past haunting me - snatches of emotions coming in colours, from not even faded photographs...

I feel the familiar scent of freshly bathed Mary lying sweetly in her nap lingering with me

I feel the moment of now enveloping me, singing songs of happy lullabies, cradling my fears away

I feel the smile of my beloved against my skin, the stubble against my cheek, morning breath - warm, familiar, forever, eternal

I feel home

I feel Autumn in my bones,  it´s colours are as vibrant as Spring, singing life is forever changing...


13.09