dear raspberries,

thank you for being made so perfectly for
each of my fingertips.
you taste even better
when
i can pop you right into my mouth
off of each of my fingers......
one
by
one.

love,
dawn

if i could be any place at all,
i would want to be a windowsill.

but,
i'd only want to be a windowsill if the sun shone on me.

and,
i'd only want the sun to shine on me if i was adorned with flowers in small glass jars.

but,
i'd only want flowers in small glass jars to adorn me if they were wildflowers picked by little children's hands.

and,
i'd only want those wildflowers picked by little children's hands if they gave me a big hug to go along with them.

i'm not picky though....
because
any big hug from little children's hands will be fine by me.

the train of thought arrived
and i forgot
to
get
on
it

flowers never require a leap of faith
to bloom,

no arm twisting.....
to charm

they just bloom...
they shine,
they are.

you don't have to have
perfect vision
to see someone
on a
soul
level.

there are parts to every person
that are more tended to
than
others....
parts that are caged,
parts that roam free,
parts that are in the light
and parts that are in the shadows.
sometimes they fight with one another,
sometimes they are harmonious.

i'm not sure these parts make up a
whole or that they are even meant
to....
because the imperfection of parts...
tended to and not....
these fragmented parts,
are our essential nature.
i think we are always incomplete.

to be whole,
means being unbroken,
being perfect...
something i know
i will never achieve.

i recognize you....
the air around you is lilting
and everything dances to your rhythm

hello spring.

watched
ice
never
melts