@dawn_writer
GRACE
Giving more than is required / Resting easy in forgiveness
CLOCK
Counting every ordinary hour aloud / Loud in the silence after dinner
FLAME
Finding your direction in the warmth of what you love / Looking for the source of what compels you leads to the core
MIND
More is held inside you than the conscious part can see / In the unseen layers, patterns older than your thoughts
SWEET
Settling into something long awaited / Warm as the voice of someone loved
DAWN
Dew on the windowsill before breakfast / A soft light crosses the kitchen floor
SAFE
Somewhere the constant guarding finally rests / Arms that hold without condition or demand
GROVE
Gathering the light in its canopy / Roots intertwined below the soft needle floor
BOOK
Bent spine from reading it flat on the bed / One afternoon completely lost inside it
LEAF
Lying face down in the autumn puddle / Each rib still visible through the thin paper
NIGHT
Now the street outside is finally empty / In the stillness everything feels briefly possible
REEF
Rising just below the surface unseen / Every coral a city of slow intention
AWE
A silence falls before the vast / When beauty overwhelms the mind
DAWN
Day beginning before you have agreed to it / A single bird before the others join
LIGHT
Leaning into what the morning quietly brings / In the distance, something warm begins to glow
NEAR
Nothing profound is hiding somewhere distant from you now / Everything you need to understand is present in this moment
MIST
Moving through the trees without a sound / It settles on the spider web like jewels
MARSH
Mud and sky and water undecided / All the reeds together in the late light
PATH
Pebbles loose where the path turns right / A gate left open that was always shut before
LAKE
Light pooling in the still green water / A mirror for the clouds and passing birds
CARE
Coming back no matter what it costs / A warmth that does not ask for thanks
CHILD
Counting cracks in the pavement all the way home / How the day’s events arrive all at once
ANGER
A kind of love that doesn't know the words / No one taught us how to name the fire
MIND
Moving through what is hard with full awareness is a form of courage / In the quality of what you give attention to is the quality of your day
SEED
So small you could lose it in a fold of paper / Every continent it crosses has changed it
CAFE
Coffee cooling while the page is being read / Afternoon stretched into something generous
CAFE
Corner table with the best light / A long time spent over one cup
BEYOND
Beyond the edge of what you know begins the actual growth / Each time you pass what you believed was your limit, you are larger
TEA
Twice brewed because it was forgotten / Every cup a small reliable thing
BLISS
Between one breath and the next, arriving / Loose inside a moment without edge
ROOM
Rearranged in the mind a hundred times unchanged / Outside the window the world finishing its day
TREE
Tall enough to hold the wind above / Roots reaching deeper than the drought
BRAVE
Bent but never broken by the weather / Reaching toward the terrifying good
BROAD
Beyond the narrow view is where the real complexity becomes visible / Reaching past the familiar frame is how the mind expands
POWER
Presence is the quietest and strongest force you own / Only what you nurture grows into something lasting
SLEEP
Slow day and the body agreeing early / Later than usual and catching up
WAVE
Washing over everything we thought was final / And then retreating as if nothing happened
DUSK
Dimming the detail and leaving only outline / Under the last red light the bats appear
PATH
Puddles avoided the same way every time / A shortcut that only saves thirty seconds
SCENT
Something baked that floats down the hallway / Coat just in from the rain still smells like outside
FOND
Far across the years a warmth persists / Of someone who is gone but still close
GALE
Going end to end across the estuary / And not one bird takes wing while it blows this hard
NIGHT
Now the street outside is finally empty / In the stillness everything feels briefly possible
ROAD
Rain sitting on the surface like oil / Opening ahead where the bend straightens out
FROST
Falling last night while we slept without knowing / Rimming each leaf edge with its white precision
STONE
Stripped from the hillside by the river long before / Time left its weight but took away its edge
QUIET
Quelling the internal noise takes practice / Under everything, a waiting stillness
GALE
Grinding through the rigging of the moored boats / All the old sounds of the valley are erased
TRUE
Tell me, even if it shakes the ground beneath us / Real things take a little time to find their shape
DEPTH
Digging past the surface finds the truer kind of ground / Everything that lasts has roots that go where eyes cannot