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I am me 🙂

I never knew
who me was
in terms
other than
mother, wife, worker
and when it came to the crunch
I was lost and alone
drifting
grasping at straws
seeking for substance
unsure of my place
or my worth
but step by step
I found myself
my passions
my contentment
making pictures
with words
and camera
observing nature
looking close
and deep
into this world
and into me
and when I wasn’t looking
love found me
this new me
this real me
and our love
is truer
and deeper
a sacred simplicity
imperfect perfection
and as the old life
draws to a close
there is no trace of sadness
only joy
in the newness
of me
and you
and us

Spring in October

I’ve been through the dying days of autumn
where all was drying, cracking, ending
I’ve been through the silent days of winter
where all was empty, frozen, lonely
This feels like spring despite October
written on the changing leaves
Springtime came, false start at first
with storms and sudden icy blasts of lies
But that early opening set the scene
for truth, emerging buds like crocus flowers
And as the soft earth warms, we stretch our stems
towards each other, seeking light that shines
in glorious newness of our season in the sun