In past years, I have promised to write a poem every day. No promises this year.
Oddly, the topic for today’s poem is extremely timely–or maybe I’m just reading it as we do some horoscopes and find the necessary bits that gel.
Hopefully by the end of the month, I will be totally together.
Pieces of me scattered in the pitch.
One by one this day
taking care not to slap myself
I sip tea,
watch autumn leaves scatter
in an unseasonably warm breeze.
Peace with each deep breath
hope healing me.