" It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
I collect words and phrases like picking up pebbles from the beach
Or plucking the juiciest berries from the bushes
I like how words can carry you - hold you safe
Even when the world feels out of reach
Now, of course, the sun shines brighter
More daylight hours to learn how to fill
I need to learn about lighter days - days without chaos
I need to remember swinging on the apple tree
Riding my bike up hills and through puddles
Quietly finding pleasure within myself
A ray of being that can never be broken
Safely back through the looking glass.
