There’s a smattering of blue-stain on the sky again, and You’re You again and I’m new again. We look up and the clouds have changed again and even breathing feels different. Fall is falling and my heart is calling out to a cooler breeze, a more quiet earth no longer baked into dust. There’s just something about waking up to crisp air, stirring my coffee and my soul to the beat of the birds. Making lunches, making time for just one moment more of breathed-in autumn silence. Flipping pancakes, and allowing my heart to fall in love with the earth all over again.
the moon’s a cold stone
waiting for the sun to warm
her unquiet skin
Written for Grace’s Haibun Monday challenge over at dVerse. Come play! ..