My Soul Rests

Sunday Scribbling prompt : May

Gone for a moment
days when my soul
was mired in gray sucking mud
struggling like some fragile thing
to break free.

I gratefully turn my face
to sun, to wind
to sky that lets me
spread damp wings,
glistening, drawing strength
from air and dreams.
Greedily breathing in.
The world fills my soul,
soul swells until it fills the world.
I am fed and in turn feed
as I commune with trees,
dancing their spring sign language
speaking of new growth
and hope.

My bones tied to moon
to earth cycle,
yearning…to what?
The answer escapes me
like the butterfly that
stays just long enough
for me to fall in love a little
and then flies off
crushing me with impermanence.

Days will lengthen
but nights bring songs of cricket
and mourning dove.
Honeysuckle and gardenia perfume
lay heavy on damp skin.
Summer wine tastes sweet.
My soul rests.

13 thoughts on “My Soul Rests

  1. Old Egg

    Indescribably beautiful. You are so right about butterflies, you fall in love with them and they flutter off completely heedless of your passion.

    1. Dee Post author

      which is probably a good thing. We would want to tame them and keep them in a cage and then there would be designer butterflies that people would pay a fortune for just so they could say they owned one πŸ™‚

      don’t know why I went off on that rant – goodness! Thank you and good to hear from you πŸ™‚

  2. Jae Rose

    I have to say it’s nice that you have gone back to your own style…how else could we get from mud to honeysuckle..I felt like I was tripping along processing those thoughts with you..and aah, a nice cup of tea for the soul greeted us at the end..Jae

    1. Dee Post author

      me too – glad you shared the peace with me πŸ™‚ You and I and Jae can all have a cup of tea together!

    1. Dee Post author

      I am not a winter person – I am so glad that the sun has returned πŸ™‚ Thank you for stopping by and for your lovely comment!

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