Thursday, May 31, 2012


Old jacaranda with lavender blooms
Framed by the gray of a sky in late May 
Birds sing a song with a longing for summer
Wind whispers back holding fast onto spring 
The days will grow longer 
The grass greener still
On the cusp of season defined by the spill
Of a billion bright colors
            They're coming! They're coming!
All summer hearts practice patience until


Holding my breath for many things these days: 
for sweet summer freedom, for the cucumbers in my garden to grow, 
for the paint on my canvas to dry, for replies, 
for this dream of a project to take root in reality. 
Reminding myself to breath, to have patience with myself and my circumstances. 
All things happen in their rightful season.

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