Pure discovery
Set aside the sense of context
the natural order of things
what should be
expectations
a million possibilities,
what might happen
really?
Just accept the gift
a moment
of pure discovery
North wind should not breathe like spring this time of year. I wear the extra layer for a reason. The red scarf belongs across my face, not stuffed in a pocket. What is she thinking?
Who am I to question she who puts air under my heels and lifts my spirit to the sky?
the natural order of things
what should be
expectations
a million possibilities,
what might happen
really?
Just accept the gift
a moment
of pure discovery
North wind should not breathe like spring this time of year. I wear the extra layer for a reason. The red scarf belongs across my face, not stuffed in a pocket. What is she thinking?
Who am I to question she who puts air under my heels and lifts my spirit to the sky?