Hello Tomorrow

Catharsis turns the latch open, admitting whatever foibles represent our personal experience to the sun, sending them out like winged birds to scatter amid yellow fields.  High wheat, waiting to be cut and baled, bends to the wind from these thousand wings as they fly, oceans of waves roiling together with more in common than not, a host of obdurate pliancy that rebounds from feathered incantation.

Look up, human, it is your charm.  Count not the errors of your ways for really, they are few and lend small inconveniences to the being you truly are.  Shoulds should go to hell.  Connect by loving, expand through patience, determination, forgiveness.  Trust that the universe wants you to succeed.

Summer mourning cloaks flutter around flower heads of rose, hollyhock, and daisy, the goldfinches twiddle and sputter between declarative canticles. Sing, things of the day, till cool night slides over the east horizon following the passing sun.  Close doors, settle the cupboard, whist candles dark, let evening come.  Peaceful night.