The seasons changed,
And so did our love.
The fleeting, flitting, fickle first feelings of false spring before the second coming of winter floated on the breeze…
Gently, quietly, barely noticed, they swirled with the undercurrent of something more.
A sudden, not-so-unsuspected cold snap pressed hard against the uncertainty of emotion yet undefined.
Brief as it was, it revealed a blossoming warmth that gave hope for coming growth.
The green bud pushed forth, struggling against natural and unnatural adversities.
Cathartic sunbathing in blissful awakening, two hearts bound by evergreen boughs, transformed yet familiar…
Bloom in extant, stronger, and more reverent for their trials.
A swing and a miss
I’m sorry miss
I took my chance
Though there was no chance
Perhaps in another life
We could’ve made a life
Did I mention
I babble when I’m nervous?
Are you going to eat that
So, I was quickly sidetracked by the barrage of fall activities with my newly 4 yr old. My anniversary, my baby girl’s birthday, fall and Halloween activities galore, and suddenly their was no time to draw ink art for InkTober. Sigh. I wasn’t sure I would make it and I decided beforehand not to be too hard on myself. I was able to paint a few rocks to hide and decided on a new addition to this catch-all blog I’m running here. I will be adding some book reviews for some of my favorite books in a new category. Thanks for following along 🙂