On a Friday, there are many things to do which are relaxing and appealing. Today, I chose to form a small rivulet using the pebbles below.
Tension is crawling back
slowly, but deftly.
Slowly, but deftly, too,
I’m defying it
For the time being, at least.
Wine in the evening
Snow – only not here.
Only wind and cold
That’s our winter.
I do yoga
hoping to fight extra weight
Yoga brings me joy
It’s kilos that emburden me.
No pressure in that fight
Thus, no results expected.
The day –
amazing with its sweetness.
so freezing, that we stay indoors.
To love and hug each other
and be loved and hugged
into a tenderness of heart.
Today, I felt frustration bitter
speculating what is and what might have nee, or was…
In short, things I shouldn’t muse over
Coming back to the flatness of mood is tough
(reading back here, I see repetitions)
How come all my journeys back are hard?
Is it with age that I’ve become so slow?
You know, the day, it started off so well –
I read promises of books and hugs and whisky.
(I’d discard the whisky)
And also forest walks in sparking snickers
with obviously painless knees.
No more bitterness –
Today is only satisfaction
Did I ask too many questions?
Was it too late when I asked them?
I expected craziness
But was met with calm
Apparently, the storm will hit another day.