glitter

there's glitter on my kitchen floor,
stardust on my ass,
the shimmer of the moonlight shines
off the dirty glass.

winter

winter is, energetically speaking, the time during which we rest deeply, renew, replenish our reserves, go inward. this winter, more than any in the recent past, the urge to hibernate is strong in me. pulling myself out of a warm bed is torturous. i want to eat a lot, heavy, carb-laden foods. i want to nestle into my couch, with blanket, book, and red wine. i want to integrate, not just this past year, but the past 3. i want to write (that's new), to see what comes out, to hold it up to the light. i want to see what shines and what needs polishing. i want to listen to the peace within. and i want to become aware of the paths to be followed, in what direction i am nudged, pulled, or even, shoved.

this wasn't my first choice, or even my second.
this will do.