Rays of the sun

pour into my body

from the top of my head

down to my toes

up to my waist,

filling the spaces of my inner core

seeping into my veins

 like a new day

under a blue sky.

Wind blowing

eaves creaking

walking

working

smoking

 

feeling

writing

mourning

crying

grieving

always

changing

in a moment

of

time…

Morning breaking,

People waking,

Crows cawing,

Clock ticking.

 

Dog barking,

Whistle blowing,

Water dripping.

 

Coffee brewing,

Truck stopping,

Brakes squeaking,

Stopping at nothing.

 

 

GRB TiffanyCreek

…on green snow-laden bough.  Quiet, windless, delicate, without caring who’s around.

Without hearing my thoughts, or worries.  Without making a sound.

GRB

Green is my favorite color.

Red is my favorite color.

I like blue, too.

Give me the colors of the rainbow,

To shine on you!

TiffanyCreek

Summer House, just you and me.

We’ll live in bliss

among trees.

And there in love,

we’ll be.

I see,

Through six panes,

 the trees.

Their skeletons, without leaves,

Their silouhette, against the light,

Of a new day, begun;

And,

I see me.

Tiffany Creek

If I come back someday, will you be the forest?