A Winter Soul In Spring

Spring has arrived
Birds sing sweetly
In quickening branches bursting with blooms 
My winter soul peers out of bleary eyes
Before I pull the covers over my head

-gws

Buffets

I don’t know what I’m doing 
I don’t know how to adult 
Waking up everyday to 
Some new unknown challenge 
I’ve been told that God doesn’t 
Give you more than you can handle 
They don’t tell you God lays out
A buffet of mild to spicy experiences
I don’t think I’m a fan of buffets

-gws

Bubble

Hope is a soap bubble dancing in the air long past when it should have burst

-gws

On Carpenter Bees

Isn't it funny how carpenter bees think themselves no less dainty than honey bees?
They faithfully believe the flower will support them even when the stem bends toward the ground.
They aren't exactly wrong.

-gws

Counterpoint

I am looking for the counterpoint to my melody
A voice both hauntingly harmonic and intriguingly independent
That when blended with mine creates a masterpiece

-gws

Spring

The days grow longer
Promised manifestation
Renewal and hope

-gws

I Loved Myself Plenty

I loved myself plenty
I spent so much energy on him
there was none left for me
But the echos of my knowing
The spark that was always the heart of who I am
Could not be extinguished 
No matter how hard he tried
And he raged against
My defiance to submission and subjugation
And when I could endure no more
I was done
I breathed my flame back to life
And I am once again its keeper
Ensuring it is fed and protected in any storm
I will not be dimmed or diminished again

Done

“I am done,” is the quietest, most power-filled sentence in a woman’s lexicon.

-gws

Friendship Garden

I am lucky to have cultivated a lush garden of beautiful, meaningful friendships throughout my life.  I am luckier, still, to be planted in the deep soil of my friends’ gardens where they shower me in love, and light, and their amazing company.  To exist in a well tended garden cultivates a gratitude so profound it can only erupt from me in joyful colors painted with hugs, laughter, and happy tears like sacred rain upon parched earth.

- gws

Significant Other

My significant other 
Is more other than significant now
I wish I felt better about this fact
I do not miss the now of him
I’m still in love with the then of him
When love knocks you can never know 
The beauty or horror in its entourage 
You believe love can conquer all
And learn that love is often not enough 
My significant other left
A significant mark on me
That is hardly insignificant 

-gws