Sometimes.... A Poem From January 2009

Sometimes my soul flies away

To a place where the thrill of

Everything comes to me

So clearly I can feel it

When usually
 I am numb

But the mist lightly caressing the top of a jagged hedge

And the late autumn rose out my window

Or my grandma's rare kiss

The taste of hot chocolate when I'm cold inside

Or feeling really pretty from a mirror for a moment

The depth of a perfect scarlett

Or the soothing murmur of a creek in the quiet

The kinship or sitting surrounded by tall grass

Or walking alone and seeing something rare.

The country is my home

Where the feeling of belonging fills a void

A wooden fence looks right

And the smell of a horses neck is something to inhale

An apple tree in bloom is indescribable

Running into freedom with winged feet

Wind blushing color into my cheeks

Galloping bareback feeling one with all.

Sometimes my soul flies away

To a place where the thrill of

Everything comes to me

So clearly I can feel it

So that I know

Somewhere in me is a place

Where I kissed it all

So lovingly

And tucked it away

To bring out

And rediscover

Again