My soul knows yours

your holiness enfolds my peace

I am the light of love

You are the life I see.

Where once the grass is flooded green

now the colors changed the scene

the sky is gray the air is chill

flowers no longer on my windowsill

Queen Anne’s Lace or dead daisies smiling

thistle spurned their purple beguiling.

The cornflowers nod their tired heads

getting ready for Winters bed

Goldenrod has turned to Green

to match the seasons changing scene

Fairy circles closing ranks

singing hymns of praise and thanks

Blessed am I to shiver the chill

As autumnal turns the spinning wheel

I spent my life grieving “The child that never was”.

Rarely allowing, myself, a moniker of love

The betrayal of trust is the haunt of one’s nights

Ill-conceived approval, the destruction of rights

“Woulda!”, “Coulda!”, “Shoulda!” the resounding call

Destiny changed course, within the demon’s maw

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Finding a close parking spot when you’re tired or sore

Being the open face someone needs to tell secrets to on a bus, in the grocery, in a bathroom stall

Arriving on time no matter how far you’re running behind

Seeing omens in everyday items and heeding them

Showing up in an empty store and watch the people magnet to it while the confused staff has to hustle to catch up.

Having just enough stamps

Never missing a bus

Hitting an airline connection just right so there is no layover after all

Sister, the wildflowers have grown tall in what once were ruts

tracing our roots back to our Goddess time bleeding

a dog path racing our boots back to the first greeting

Surprised at the ease of our friendship, I noticed

The wild grass has grown tall in what once bore dust

Weaving our roots together intimately intriguing