Hope in The Dark Season
Hope in the dark season.
Wintering. Change as a constant.
The purr of the cat, asleep on his favourite blanket.
My foggy breath, suspended outside my body. Cold air in my lungs, in and out.
My partners smile while watching our dogs. Muddy bodies galloping across the park. Her laughter.
The ripple in the air before a baby is born.
Crispy eggs on sourdough. Lemons on the backyard tree shifting from pale green to yellow.
Our bed. The blossoming bruise on my sternum.
Falling asleep to the sound of rain.
A tiny newborn ear, perfect in its entirety.
Moments strung together, gathered, gently held. Tender reassurances in my arms.
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Still here, stringing together small joys and hopes to carry with me through the dark season. Hbu? ~
07.07.2022
