I took a break from writing for about three months...
This was the first one back. Life has been nothing change. And I report back feeling full of hope and very happy.
All I Know Can Only Grow
The air wrinkles in my sight
And I know I am high.
Chill as the first snowflake
And just as free
I take the memories
And let them fall like pouporri.
Life tastes sweet as wild cherries.
Change grows yet another wing
As I continue to fly
In order to soar knowing when
Less is more and old
Is new and age wears a crown
Of lavender and my shadow
Caresses the crevices of light
I find by looking past the moon
Into a dawn that promises
Bliss in the sun and a winter
Where all I know can only grow.
Edith Lazenby: “I love to write. I began writing poetry in elementary school. Sometimes I write poetry daily, other times not. I adore Mary Oliver, her way of embracing the light while acknowledging the darkness. I teach yoga full time and find the practice has grounded me deeper in my body and heart and helped me move closer to what I call spirit. I also now edit for Elephant Journal and write for them as well. I live with my 4 kitties. Life holds challenges yet with time I feel better able to live in the moment, moment by moment. All great teachers teach presence. I find each day is a lesson in being. The process of writing holds me and I find the craft teaches me something new each time. You may visit my blog here.
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