There is a life in words, forming, releasing,

telling stories, opening thoughts, stirring trouble.

Like the many hats we wear, the doors

we choose or the paths we finally accept.

We are souls in transition.  Trouble without bruises.

A harvest strong with thoughts.

We pause for the horse and rider and make way for

the jester and three legged cat.

Line up your words like soldiers standing firm.

Release the hounds to track the air you speak,

making it straight and right.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s