Monday, September 28, 2009


in this stillness
quiet, peaceful
I'm listening
without effort

my breath, movement
everything is soft
like the slow blossom
of a flower

the death of leaves,
a day's good-bye to the sun.
I'm moving in cycles, in circles
walking so gently

Thank you, dear friend,
thank you for seeing me,
especially for the applause
in all my wild messiness

Thank you for the reminder
to always be me

1 comment:

  1. Nice hat! Stay wild and messy!
    (Good poetic piece, too!)