Wind, rain: a snuggle under the covers morning
“dreaming of the way things might have been”?
Someone asked: What short of revolution could remake
the world to be
more fair, peaceful, more encouraging of love?
My new mantra: “lighten up”:
Eyes upward, facing mysteries of stars and heavens
Heart lightened, to more merry, merry be
I lighten the load to my aching shoulders, and find
worlds of light and joy easier to carry
I look to ancient wisdoms to enlighten my soul
And I laugh, lightly, brightly,
let loose too tightly inheld breath of
Breathing freely, I inhale
the exhilarating scent of changing leaves