@morning_glow
WARM
Wrapping someone in a gentle word / Arms that open without question
NIGHT
Now the street outside is finally empty / In the stillness everything feels briefly possible
DUSK
Done with blue the sky begins its red / Under the ash trees the first moths stir
SHINE
Staying bright inside a world that dims you down takes discipline / Having your own source of light means you do not depend on conditions
STORM
Saying nothing until it says everything / Taking the roof tiles and the old crow’s nest
SNOW
Silence before the first flake lands / Nothing prepared the world for this white
PETAL
Pressed between the pages of the old book / Even now it holds the shape of what it was
FAITH
Finding something solid when the visible gives out / A trust extended past the edge of what you know
WARM
Welcomes built from simple, honest words / Arms that mean exactly what they say
STONE
Smoother than it was a thousand years ago / The river did this without any hurry
OPEN
Out beyond the walls you built, something is waiting for you / Pulling down a single wall is how you start an opening
DANCE
Drifting around the kitchen in socks / A song that appeared from nowhere
TRUTH
There is something steady underneath the shifting noise / Returning to it feels like water after thirst
MOON
Making the path across the water silver / Of all the night it is the most awake
ANGER
All the love that had no place to go / No one handed you a better way to say it
FIRE
Far from the cold it builds its orange room / In the dark the moths come unbidden
SWEET
Sometimes kindness tastes of something good / What lingers after love has touched the room
STILL
Sitting with the unanswered question without demanding it answer is strength / This is the practice: return to the quiet whenever the noise begins to win
FERN
First green thing before the bluebells come / Even in shade it keeps its deep and satisfied green
TOWN
There are faces here I cannot name but know / Only locals use that particular shortcut
WARM
Weaving warmth through every passing thing / A fire kept for those who need the light
DEPTH
Diving past the first layer of any thing reveals the second world beneath / Every great work of human thought was made by someone willing to go deeper
HOME
How it looks when no one is performing anything / Open window for the sound of the street below
TRAIN
The platform where everyone stares at the floor / Rushing past the back of ordinary houses
SELF
Something in you watches everything that happens to you / Every version of yourself contains the one before it
GONE
Going is the nature of everything that ever truly was / Only what we loved enough can leave the kind of absence it does
SEND
Something you carry was meant to move beyond you into the world / Every gift withheld is a loss that touches more than just you
FOND
Far across the years a warmth persists / Of someone who is gone but still close
GENTLE
Gracefully refusing to cause harm / Easing into what is difficult
BIKE
Brakes adjusted at last after months of complaining / Into the lane that opened just in time
FEAR
Freezing at the edge of the unknown / Every shadow seems to breathe
AMEND
Acknowledging what was wrong and moving toward correction is strength / Making right what was made wrong is not weakness, it is wholeness
SAFE
Somewhere that the world can't enter / A warmth without a need to prove it
TIME
The past is just a door that you no longer need / In every ending, something new is taking root
ALLOW
Accepting what is true about this moment takes the most courage / Letting what wants to come come is not giving up control
GRIEF
Going on means carrying them with you / Remembering is the only way to keep them
PAIN
Passed through, not around, is how it ends / A knowing in the depths that you are still here
FIELD
Filling now with the slow gold of July / Into the barley the wind writes its long name
ROOM
Rearranged in the head but never in practice / Ordered enough to find what matters
HOME
Hands on the kettle before the coat is off / One drawer that never fully closes
PRIDE
Petals of a self rebuilt from ash / Reclaiming what was once denied
VALE
Veins of mist filling the early morning hollow / Across the slope the horses graze in quiet
DUSK
Day leans down toward the western trees / Under the amber the shadows grow long