Sweetly saved

We feed the need within’
walking aisles
meandering aimlessly,
wasted yet pleasured time
and avoiding
the empty spaces
as the demise of orange and black
gives an early birth to green and red.
Spirit sings softly
come, have a look-see
down this way pulled like children
memories play out as I gaze,
remembering the gentle days
of torn pretty papers and bows
and the box that was always found
holding the sweetness
in circles.
How something has shifted
deep within as we struggle through nights
chaotic nightmares follow us like wolves and sheep
till we wake at dawn
under the moon lights lamp,
wondering at the thoughts
that made the heart thunder
like summers in the sky above.
We always chose favorites
then and now our tastes changing
and the cherry red has moved
to the calming cream of coconut,
scents inspiring the soul to dream
of yesterdays once more.
The sugar on the tongue
making the medicine go down
in a delightful way day after day,
we circle round to reinvent,
finding ourselves pulled to the moments
where joy lived
and housed in pretty boxes
once a year given,
brings a quiet light and laughter
to the wondering heart.

A strange night of heart wrenching nightmares and a beautiful morning walk, cool and peaceful. Balance of life I suppose. I went to do some shopping and usually I abhor the idea of Christmas intruding when Halloween has just ended….way too early, but I drifted down the seasonal candy aisle and was tickled pink to see the lifesaver Christmas boxes. Remembering how I had gotten one every year in my stocking as a child, and I didn’t think they even made them anymore. Of course they were across from the Halloween inspired kids cereals on clearance, but no, I did not buy any scary apple jacks or boo berries….nor did I buy the lifesavers. Do they even make coconut flavored ones anymore? Things that go through my mind. Sweet ❤

Unwind

Life,
Years like petals
Starting curled up tight
Waiting
Bit by bit
The nourishment of sun
Food of the soul
Slow motion unwinding
White satin sheets
Softly opening to receive
To become
To bloom into all it is meant to be.
The universe called me flower,
My life wrapped and tight,
I may unwind to the winds
Of change
Of seasons moving past
Of wisdom like awakening,
Of the truth of myself.
I am the seed given life.
I shall be splendid and adored
I am a gift
To the earth.
I am under the sun shining
A bud on the stem
One among many
But unique in my way.
In my peaceful garden
My mind dances on wind,
Open and free
To be.