1 dec 2011 > 15/6 > Devil/Lovers
What binds you to relationships that don’t serve your life?
How does Love free you?
In a positive way, how does ‘be-devilment’ become your ally?
White on the outside and all snuggly colourful on the inside. Burrrr. Seems I have come to bring you the Ann Arbor, Mi weather report.
On this 1st of Dec; A thin layer of snow still clings to the surfaces of outside life. With exceptions of rambunctious squirrels that insist upon writhing their little brown grey bodies on my roof and across the front window to torture my cat. (and me too) Neighbors remain fit as they briskly walk their dogs, carrying their little poop bags for the deposits from their little darlings. (some not so little) The steam rises.
The sun gives a golden glow rising, extending the morning in pale blues and hints of coral in the floating clouds. The first day of December holds the promise of that false sense of warmth from a bright sunny day that really is frickin’ freezing cold and your little nose hair icicle up on the first inhale. Welcome December.
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All seasons hold a promise
They will arrive holding possibilities
Following each other relentlessly
Seducing you with their giving
Few promises come from me
In the seasons of fruit and snow
The greening to the falling
Only that I will rise till I don’t anymore
There is no pact with the devil
Friendly lovers come and go
Held to no promise, with possibilities
Some ache still with false expectation
It’s not that my seasons don’t hold promise
They will come following the others
verdant and bright, flowers to fruit
carpets of leaves, white winter chill
They will come with their cycle and patterns
Teasing, ravishing, turbulent, gentle
The only promise is that they will come
Seized by a moment of rain or sun
It is the cycle of life, the souls seasons
Steady patterns that come in metaphor
Reminding you of who you are and
Who you have always been.