Tag: Seasons

Hello September, You Sexy Thing!

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10-Day Weather Forecast for Winston-Salem, NC.

I am in love with weather that
pulls you into a tight
embrace and offers you time
to appreciate death & dying
for the renewal of strength
and life.

It is shaping up to be the
time of year when animals
scrape at the barrels of
nature to begin their pursuit
of unlimited rest; the time of
year when sun settles
into the clouds a little longer
and wind shimmies in,
performing its best act.

Our walks will be longer.
Our food will be hotter.
Our clothes will be warmer.

And everything that makes up
Autumn will sashay into
the rooms of our hearts, making
this state a bit more tolerable
in the weeks to come.

I will drink in the goodness
of a season that is always
on time.

The dog and the tortoise are
growing old and I am
an ancient soul trapped in
this aging body still yearning
for the Fountain of Youth
to offer its purity in life.

For now, I will take this
shift in weather as a
peace offering until
healing comes at the heels
of our feet.
We’re all eager to walk
this road of life temporarily
unscathed.

I long for Autumn when it is not around, and in just a few weeks, that will be a truth I will love to embrace. Happy September! And Happy Labor Day, if you celebrate. May today be full of rest, relaxing, and enjoying good food, friends, and family.

Peace and blessings.

NaPoWriMo #3

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Winter’s Indecisiveness

Winter’s chill settles in
the clouds–hovers over my
city, unable to move forward.

I wake up to the cool air
trapped in my bedroom,
slide my body from the bed,
and close the windows.

42°, the Weather App reads.
I sigh and shuffle my
frozen, slippered-feet to the
kitchen for a cup of water.

The first few days of April
are always tricky here in
NC. We never know what
we’re going to get, and that
in itself, is a mystery to
digest.

If I had to Zodiac the weather,
I’d call it “Libra.”
Its intentions versus its
indecisiveness shines in
front of a shaky camera.

And we all benefit from it,
rather than shrivel up
within our skin like we
sometimes feel like
doing.

Winter, say “Hi” to spring
for me when you finally
set her free from the
hold you have on her.

The Switch

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Winter dances on the
edge of acceptance
dolls her way back
into the fold

I pull down windows
shut balcony doors
the thermostat reads
65° and my arms
are home to goose bumps

I up the ante
turn on the heat
“Just to knock
the chill off”
and find some form
of comfort

She tricked us
sassy Winter and
switched things up
she just won’t let
Spring have her
shine