Sun rises later, now
lower in the sky
Shards of light cut deeper across fertile land.
Just after High Noon peaks
End of Day squeezes the brightness down
into tight fists of Never Enough.
What once delights mellows with old love,
potent and pure in its remains
ripples in satisfaction more subtle and soft,
stepping back from the heart to the gut without regret.
Feeling in the bones a release of grit and sweat,
moving with ease and shine
into a season of slowing down and letting go.
Petals shiver, rained upon
uncertainty floats in, marine layer on the edge
moving quickly, hovering just above … and to the right.
Coat and flannel
Wake up, I am.
Get up, I am not.
Lingering in cloud, vision still dark, after a long night.