Everything is being made new.
I walk these paths and feel the churning of the earth beneath my feet.
The plants that have laid dormant spread their roots and break free.
Spring has come.
What has died is born again.
Can’t you feel them stirring?
Rise up my wild girl, throw back the shroud of winter, and feel the sun warm your face once again.
Month: April 2017
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Listen.
My legs intertwined with yours, pale and tan, I rest my head on your chest.
Listen.
A train passes, the jangle of metal wheels and a horn in the night.
Listen.
Your breath still ragged, you sigh and wrap your arm around me, pulling me closer.
Listen— to the silent words passed between us as you hold me close in my bed. A city girl, my silence is never truly silent.
But here in the quiet of my room with nothing but the sound of your breathing and the beat of your heart I find my peace and I drift off to sleep.
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