@winter_bloom
CHEER
Clapping for the one who almost fell / Holding space for someone else's win
NUMB
Nothing penetrates the surface / Under ice the river still runs
CHILD
Careful with a broken thing they found outside / Homework spread across the wrong table
ADORE
A pull that doesn't ask to be explained / Drawn into the orbit of another
MIST
Making the familiar strange and soft / In the early hours it owns the valley
COOK
Calm returned by the act of chopping / Oil and garlic and the kitchen comes alive
ANGER
A pressure building past the point of speech / Never asked for but arriving fast
TIDE
Turning back before it reaches the wall / Into the bay the cold water slides
TRUST
Taking someone at their word / Resting in another's care
WIND
With all the gentleness of a door left open / It moves the curtain and the candle and the heart
INNER
Inside every question, a quieter question waits / None of the great answers arrived from somewhere outside
MEAL
Making do with what is left in the fridge / Every plate cleared before anyone speaks
FEAR
Feeling at the threshold, looking in / Every shadow throws a longer shape
GRACE
Going lightly through the world / Releasing what no longer serves
TRAIN
Ticket checked just after sitting down / Rain hitting the window diagonally
FIELD
Far from the city the grass grows as it pleases / In the late sun the wheat turns amber
HAPPY
Happening without a reason or a plan / A brightness that keeps interrupting things
WAVE
Welling up from somewhere far offshore / Arriving without warning at the sand
STORM
Spending itself against the coast all night / The morning quiet sharper for the contrast
WARM
Welcomes built from simple, honest words / Arms that mean exactly what they say
VALE
Vapour rising from the early morning ground / A bowl the hills have made to hold the cold air
DIARY
Dated and dog-eared and slightly swollen / Ink that ran when the tea cup was too close
SHINE
Something genuine in you does not require the right conditions to glow / Having been through the dark is what makes the light in you believable
PINE
Particular smell of resin after rain / Its cones scattered on the needle floor
AZURE
Above you, a color so open it holds everything without closing / Zones of sky remind you that the limit is not as near as it looks
CORE
Come back to what is fundamental when the rest falls into noise / Only the essential holds when everything peripheral falls away
BOOK
Borrowed from the shelf last winter / Open on the table since Thursday
STONE
Sitting in my hand it holds the river’s story / The grain in it is older than the mountains
DESK
Done with the day and still sitting in the chair / Everything needed somewhere on this surface still
LOVE
Light that follows even into shadow / Often showing up unasked and uninvited
FERN
First green thing before the bluebells come / Even in shade it keeps its deep and satisfied green
CLIFF
Cold and standing above the turning sea / Lined with the nests of birds I cannot name
DOOR
Day ends with the click of a lock / Opening to whatever the evening brings
GUILT
Going back inside the moment to undo / Unable to revise what happened
CALL
Coming to yourself always happens when a true call reaches you / A vocation is a call that you will hear no matter how far you run
WEEP
Weight finally released in water / Every sorrow finds its shape
BOOK
Bent page marking a Tuesday night / Only a hundred pages since last month
SAND
Smooth and cool below the waterline / All the warmth it holds from the long afternoon
ADORE
A love that doesn't calculate the cost / Deep and quiet and entirely free
VALE
Very still when the morning mist is in it / A sheltered fold the hills have made for quiet
REAL
Returning again and again to what is actually true is the honest life / Every illusion, while comfortable, eventually requires more energy to maintain
STONE
Smoother than it was a thousand years ago / The river did this without any hurry
TRAIN
Ticket checked just after sitting down / Rain hitting the window diagonally
OTHER
Out beyond yourself is where the world begins for real / The self alone is incomplete, it longs for the encounter
FEAR
Familiar guest at every new beginning / Each new threshold echoes with your name
CAFE
Cup refilled without being asked here / A long Tuesday afternoon filling itself in
REAL
Reaching past the performed self finds what actually is / Everything genuine costs more than everything pretended
HILL
Here the sky begins before the summit ends / In August the heather turns the slope to purple
STORM
Standing at the window watching it gather / Thunder first then rain then the silence
HOME
Hinge that sounds the same as it always has / On the mat the day’s shoes in a pile