wolf

I nearly gave up on you—

on me,

actually; it was close.

the drudge and trudge 

the mud the clouds;

the floating the meandering

the delicacies the suns —

each one accompanying me

mingling with my every inhale

holding on for every release…

she is strong & intelligent

— express delivery, I know that.

quiet dignity & sublimation paint

her canvases upon which

her emotions

stick

so then, color me brave! color me sweet!

an artist’s path is much-ly filled

with inquisitions & wanderings,

each, only a brushstroke

a pen-stroke

a melody away.

I can’t wait to discover what awaits me—

and you,

actually; it is so close

L.S. 2024

#tinywinterpoem day 1

The word, wolf, was provided by Beth Kempton.

I followed the rules and wrote for 10 minutes with no editing – and I have no idea what the heck this poem means haha!! I’m thinking I need more coffee. 😆 💕 🐺🐺

Photo of the sheep was taken by my father’s cousin, Gerry Pozzani, near Wales.