Lean Into The Light

Solstice Burn

writing wishes on torn pieces 

of cardboard from pizza box

wishes = 

love

serenity 

creative successes 

freedom 

health 

adventures

laughing more

toss in old beliefs , outworn worries =

fear, anxiety, self-doubt, all the heavies

+ sweet green pine branches from our fallen trees

We burned into the darkness, 

pulling Hershey kisses from pants pockets 

= sweet communion treats

sipping from green glasses of red wine

lifting hands and faces 

to stars moon clouds snow

Claire did an Irish jig.

Chewy, big-eared dog = a wolf in the dark

waiting for one more throw of the tennis ball

More pine.

Oh, how I love the burn.

And the glow of light

and my best friend brother

and blooming daughter(s)

pinch ourselves = we're still here!

and 

this being alive

lean into the light.

xo b