Softness still doesn't come easily
But it's better than it was
Gentleness with myself
Is now seen as wisdom
And my walls aren't covered in razor wire anymore
But that doesn't make it easy
Or natural
But the song of gentle dog snores help
And so do the soft pillows
And the warm blankets
It's not such a struggle
I'm a long way from sleeping on my yoga mat
And it shows
A lamp in the snow
As if we get snow
More than once a year
Here in North Carolina
But it's a sign
That spring won't be long
And Imbolic
Is right around the corner
The light
Ready to Return
I long for the colors of spring
The pinks and greens
Purples and whites
The world in bloom
It's not the time for blooming yet
But I am so ready
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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