Poetry from the Southern Belle

My friend, Rhea, wrote this simple email to me this morning:

"Let’s run a gentle run every now and then in mid-afternoon…"

Refreshing and simple, these words make me want to go out into today's sun.

It feels like FALL today. Are we going back in time?

Above the gray horizon
Above the twigs of deciduous breeze
Above the mist of unsettled sadness
Is a streak of clear blue

Yesterday, we saw a hyacinth in the grocery store
and it reminded us of sprouting life
and of Easter
We bowed to the hyacinth to breathe.
We bowed for the winter.
And when the mist of disappointment and mistake
floated to my eyes and throat,
the hyacinth whispered, "Calm, Calm. All shall be well."

Stiff Shoulders

We went underground last weekend. My shoulders are stiff.

I feel like I am still there.