@soft_meadow
WILD
What is untamed in you still carries its original intelligence / In the chaotic space before the order, something genuine lives
DAWN
Damp and cold before the colour comes / A silence between the last owl and the first lark
LAMP
Lamp on and everything else made secondary / A habit now to reach for it at dusk
GLEE
Growing large with something uncontained / Light that breaks through just for you
LIGHT
Leaning into what the morning quietly brings / In the distance, something warm begins to glow
SONG
Something hummed while washing the dishes / Only half the words remembered now
TEA
Taken at the window while the rain decides / Every warmth starting here before going anywhere
FORCE
Flowing in the direction of least resistance is not the same as giving up / Only the power that is aligned with purpose becomes truly strong
TRAIN
Ticket checked just after sitting down / Rain hitting the window diagonally
OPEN
One step toward what you do not understand is worth more than ten steps toward what you do / Presence without agenda is the most welcome kind a person can offer
TEA
Twice brewed because it was forgotten / Every cup a small reliable thing
SAND
Smooth and cool below the waterline / All the warmth it holds from the long afternoon
CAFE
Coffee ordered without looking at the menu / A table by the window like always
DREAM
Dark rooms with no edges and no doors / Reaching for something that keeps moving
LONELY
Longer evenings stretching into quiet / Out there, others carry the same silence
LIGHT
Living in the glow of what is true about you costs nothing / In darkness you discover what of you still knows the way
MOON
Moving through the clouds in patient stages / Only visible when they part for a moment
SLEEP
Slow day and the body agreeing early / Later than usual and catching up
BOOK
Bought for the trip but read at home instead / Open at the same page for three days
MOON
Marking the water with a path of light / Older than the name we gave it long ago
WALK
Weather guessed wrong and the jacket not enough / Around the park once and then once more
DESK
Drawer full of things with no category / Everything pushed aside to make space
MIST
Moving through the trees without a sound / It settles on the spider web like jewels
GOAL
Going toward something specific makes the going feel like sense / Only a direction gives the motion something to become
HOME
How it looks when no one is performing anything / Open window for the sound of the street below
DANCE
Dinner finished and the kitchen still warm / Arms lifted for no reason other than the beat
DEW
Dropping from nowhere in the night / Every blade of grass holds one small world
HOME
Hallway mirror that shows the tired version / One window cracked all year for the sound
WORTH
What you give the world is more than what you see / Only you can name the value of your own becoming
WALK
Wet pavement reflecting the afternoon sky / Around the block just to get out of the room
FIRE
Following the wind wherever wind leads / Inside the ring of stone it builds and ruins
FIELD
Following the contour of the ancient hill / Into the evening the rabbits come out
SLEEP
Somewhere between awake and nowhere / Last thought always the most random
DREAD
Descending toward a thing you cannot name / Racing forward to meet what waits ahead
HOME
Hard to describe but immediately felt on return / One drawer that holds everything that has no other home
TEA
The mug still warm when I came back to it / Every cup a minor interruption from everything else
AWE
A silence falls before the vast / When beauty overwhelms the mind
CHAIR
Comfortable and slightly worn on the left side / Holding the shape of a long afternoon
MIND
More is held inside you than the conscious part can see / In the unseen layers, patterns older than your thoughts
FOND
Folded into warmth by a single thought / Of all the things that last, this one endures
GENTLE
Giving back the world its softest version / Each word considered before it lands
BIKE
Basket full of bags from the Saturday market / Into the wind with a resigned squint
CAFE
Cup held in both hands on a cold afternoon / A book open on the table and the world shut out
ROOM
Rain against the glass a slow percussion / Over the bed a square of streetlight moving
SONG
Stuck in the kitchen speakers all morning / On repeat by accident and then by choice
TRUST
Turning toward the one who might betray you / Resting anyway and choosing to believe
FROST
Falling last night while we slept without knowing / Rimming each leaf edge with its white precision
MIRTH
Making a home in the ridiculous / In the cracks of the serious, it blooms
ANGER
A kind of love that doesn't know the words / No one taught us how to name the fire
LUNCH
Later in the day and the appetite sharper for it / Under the window while the street does its thing