The sun stays up far too late for early risers who like the quiet the return of spring sends the owl away from the mountain as the geese journey home seeking cooler air while the doves chatter to each other on the treetops just beginning new leaves our nights become a strange journey with omens … Continue reading The Return of Spring
Caroline A. Slee
Comfort
Comfort We treat grief like an injury as if six weeks could heal us instead we need that long convalescence the comfort of soft things the warmth of home the routines that bring us calm grief does not know an end because love does not die so we wrap ourselves in comfort creating our own … Continue reading Comfort
Cozy
Cozy Creature comforts soothe us all sunshine, tea, and softness a lavender mood to cool our fever and rest to quiet our minds a cozy space to call our own we create our own healing we spark our own joy exhaling at last - Caroline A. Slee
Maritime
Maritime A ghost ship sails a voyage through fog and time a glimpse before vanishing into its own mystery while the land carries her ghosts from the smear of remembered violence echoes of battles and the lost the maritime call of death's dark frost rolling over the surface of the waves haunting those who remember … Continue reading Maritime
Blood and Mud
Blood and Mud The lines are not clean no clear space between the black and the white but a muddy chaos rising in the blood talking heads would tell you there is one sole path one sole faith to guide every step denying the many names of gods turning their backs on empathy and love … Continue reading Blood and Mud
Blind Mountain
Blind Mountain The proverbial mustard seed did not transform the hatred of hearts into anointed souls though it could have given half the chance The mountain still stands unmoved, impossible for what they profess as love has been a curse a civil war between neighbors rather than the sole commandment They speak hatred and preach … Continue reading Blind Mountain
As Pure As… #MondayBlogs
We seek the driven snow that blinding white of grief and purity before the turn in weather before the greys of sleet the world unmarked by human steps we rest in the silence of a world muffled in cold blooming into ice and frost - Caroline A. Slee
City Girl
City Girl I've never been a city girl thrilling to the crush of crowds energized by the noise and rush of traffic-laden streets and busy sidewalks I visit and join the madness an around-the-clock hustle to the next urgent task but find myself longing for darkness at night and quieter days I will never be … Continue reading City Girl
We Cannot See
We Cannot See We cannot see the future nor beyond the curve ahead trapped in a present cage battering our wings against our limits the light does not illuminate but burns in a destructive glow as we stumbly blindly in what we only hope is forward motion we cannot see beyond the dreams that drag … Continue reading We Cannot See
A Song of Winter
A Song of Winter The time soon comes for planting once more as the soil rests its bones away from the sun our season of recovery and healing will move into springtime and sun but winter will remain within our own bones a memory and a melody we will not forget a song of winter … Continue reading A Song of Winter