White and Trite

This was a day of melting snow,

Pine trees struggling to stand upright,

Untangle themselves from the grip of winter.

This was a day I opened boxes,

Rescuing memories from hibernation

Light breathing life into them again.

They’d lain asleep in the dark for so long!

This was a day I flopped like a fish

From present to future,

Then back to the past.

Never quite landing, but feeling the hook

Pulling me this was and that.

This was a day I felt like King Midas

My touch wasn’t golden.

It was tainted by triteness.

This was a day I had lots of ideas

But no inspiration.

I fiddled with pieces.

But nothing quite fit.

Birds and Brews

Today finches fell from the sky

Tumbling into trees like marbles

Bouncing from limb to limb

Always descending.

Waves of siskins washing up on oaks

Wings flashing in astonishing numbers

Wheezy chirping assaulting the senses.

A feathery flood!

Today I played alchemist

Brewing potions of oils to heal and to soothe:

Helichrysum, cedar and myrrh

Patchouli and rose.

Today I felt blah.

Bloated and raw.

Today I asked myself to be gentle:

On my heart (I could hear myself nagging),

On my mind (I just wasn’t “here”),

On my body (I’m going to bed early!).