Released to the wind
Vibrant leaves scattered across the the descending lane
Trees left bare
Along the path occasional branches withered
Dying from the lack of nourishing nutrients
Water spared in times of torrid weather
What can be done
For the return of full fiery autumn dressed in it’s finery
Of this feelings of helplessness Righting a wrong upon the now desert earth.
Visions of burning bushes
Now dormant
Yearning for the alive and kicking tip toe of leaves released
Windy sounds of
Laughter
Contemplation
I want to be alone
I don’t want to be alone
Working on not isolating
I ventured forth to the community breakfast.
I knew I was hungry because I didn’t eat dinner last night.
Joy in food I wanted to eat.
Little kids everywhere.
Sitting next to the Christmas tree Still listening to the carols
It’s the second day of the year and a legal holiday.
The post office needs a break.
Unsettled feelings
Like my reset button got stuck
I want to get to the cover of my room
Like Frosty I fear I might melt
Taking a breath
I shall move on
From the happy people
To find my happiness on my own
I want to be alone
I don’t want to be alone
Somewhere in a box in the garage
Missing
Printer
Suitcase
Black jeans
Etc.
Etc.
Black jeans
Suitcase
Printer
Found
Somewhere in a box in the garage
