blissful liquid
of burnt umber
mesmerized, watching nature
warmly embracing a winged friend
the volume of the day
got richer and substantive
bringing meaning and connection
delivering me to a place of calm
On Gold Pond
Tag: calm
Drifting Along
perched quietly
on a wooden stump
observing nature’s beauty
breathing in the peace
my smile watching
uneven edged white puffs
float on invisible winds
pushed on to the next space
what i would give
to be that billowy cotton
drifting on high
easing into every transition
life on the ground can be hard
Under Blue Skies
Home In The Clouds
The sun is starting to slip below the clouds — another day at its end.
I glance out my window.
All I see is peace. And the balloon wavering silently.
All I hear is the wind and my thoughts.
After a long day, I’m grateful to have found my way back home to the sky. Away from the rat race.
This wooden refuge does connect me, but I am far above all the noises and struggles from down below.
The clouds nestle me and silence the stress and hectic of the world.
I’m home.
And I’m calm again.
*deep breath
