
The days of gathering
in these cold months
reminders of autumn days
where celebrations
occurred in simpler ways.
I stop for once
catch my breath
take stock of what
I had and have
reminders of what
will remain unsaid.
“I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.” – Joan Didion

The days of gathering
in these cold months
reminders of autumn days
where celebrations
occurred in simpler ways.
I stop for once
catch my breath
take stock of what
I had and have
reminders of what
will remain unsaid.