meditation / rain / running / solitaire

Nature left its window open today, allowing the cold of the air to trap my lungs. A cold, damp sweat pervades any lingering thought the summers heat was here to stay. The door to Fall now flung wide open, as my flesh takes notice of the intrusion. My feet soaked, as the fragrance of the rain hangs at the tip of my nostril. Cliff hanging, tormented beads of sweat cling on the outset of every one of my pores.

Hurdling over a puddle, as my breasts keep pace with every step of my footing. Feeling the roundness of the beads escaping down the curvature of my body, my sneakers take up the drowning. Sneakers take up the soaking from my flesh...as my shins are splattered with speckled fragments of mud from each puddle. Sentinel, solitary , simplified , once again, I grieve for the summertime!

morning dew / roses / sneakers / spine

Clustering diamonds of breath precede me. Thanking my feet for the miles they have tread, and the profusion of sweat now frozen in time. Closing eyes to see, sun on my back, as legs draw closer to conclusion, clearing cobwebs along my path. Spine surging forth from the anchor of my legs, pulling so far back into my body that I do not know who I am, my breath, the thread now weaving through my mind and soul.

just because, I favor morning dew and roses!

How perfect is the dew of morning? Each time the petals of the rose move; I am tempted to retreat, peeling back the tangerine skin of all of me. Taking deep breaths, allowing my lungs to expand, my body performing action merely by thought, feeling the fabrication of an earthquake, expecting the ground soon to open up, in a moment of silence. A dance purrs through me, as I hold out my hand in a burning crush, blindfolded by my own fear. Some force today, is more than mildly pressing down on me, testing my strength, as I push back in yoga retreat.