There’s a black smudge in a skeletal tree telling me secrets, in song. There’s a busy leaf, capturing breeze. The sky is that particular shade of blue that just makes my heart happy for no other reason than blue itself. My own breath is slow, a hum and rhythm in my chest – a bird let out of cage, and holding out for heavens. My feet know this path, their own crunch-shuffle, and the day is poured out long in front of me, still. Unhurried. Unworried, like that little crow. All this blue, and no particular place to go.
rustled leaves whisper
dark bark songs on quiet limbs,
stretch before flying.
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Day 9 for Grace’s 28 Days of Self Love.
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This is one of the most amazing pieces of writing I’ve read in a while. I adore you — and your heart. 🙂
This is my favorite part: “The sky is that particular shade of blue that just makes my heart happy for no other reason than blue itself.”
Really nice. I am stopped in my tracks by “All this blue, and no particular place to go.”. Oh, how I want a few of those days.
Thank you for sharing this moment in time. Very heavenly
“for no other reason than blue itself.” might be one of your best lines ever.