Instincts Disappointed they said about the election as if a blue sweater was ordered but a red one delivered instead. Surely such disappointment is a mask against something deeper and darker and more

Do not be alarmed by my flagging presence as shifting priorities make unspoken changes necessary Let not the unexpected dying off of interests and involvements be interpreted as more than the simplicity

Nocturne At dayspring I attune to the call of the warbler And follow its lead gently throughout the hours. Yet surfacing quickly is an old proclivity to despoil The simple delights of waking hours by willing

In biology, there is a lovely word for the somewhat painful and unlovely process of shedding one's skeleton -- if you happen to be a lobster, crab or other critter with an exoskeleton. That word is ecdysis

© 2017 DrDeah | All Rights Reserved Confused, I sail in swirling waters holding secrets I have yet to learn and questions I have yet to ask. Cold isolation envelops willingness. Waves of frustration begin