The rosemond post

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Christmas is Coming

It's half time and I write.
Grateful this clear morning.
Going outside and am excited,
Merry Christmas!

Let's look at flowers.

Even though winter greets us.

With the cold shoulder.

I'm happy you're here.

I don't see you in the flesh.

Our love is alive.

Termination dust.

Winter winks and curls it's lips.

My city on the Arm.

I'm heading out.

Running to the big ocean.

Far from any clouds!

Mountains beckon us.

An impulse to go higher.

Climbing is a gift.

The breeze tells me so.

It is done and we've begun.

Healing forms a scab.