light the candles burn the sage spread tarot cards for a Wicked October
My favorite part of travel is finally walking through the plane door and getting that first taste of new un-inhaled air
I slip through the trees while the light turns slowly from indigo to a pale yellow the houses still glow amber spilling their secrets
I’m used to pale amber rays tinting my morning Today they were a bold tangerine staining the world Some would squint at the blazing beams shining down Or lament the light leaving shimmering in the rear view But I soaked in those brief brilliant rays as they pushed me forward
my electricity is always buzzing at a low hum an undercurrent bouncing between my temporal lobes barely perceptible until inspiration flares high voltage crackling jumping down my spine through my finger tips
taking refuge in my octagon haven birds chirp to a faint radio a breeze brushes my skin the heat flushes my cheeks a passing semi rumbles by, vibrating my chair a haze settles over me
I used to be a midnight owl comfortable under the cover of the dark night and the pale moon Now I’m an early bird stretching towards the sunrise and all its colors and tones Letting go of black and white for all the shades between ****** Thank you Free Verse Revolution for the prompt!
I wait bathed in the darkness of a new moon enjoying the still minutes before the others arrive and the wild rumpus of the nights wickedness begins
my dreams used to be colorless mundane I would wake up bored I do not know when the change occurred or why the color started to seep in now a permanent stain so I wake up dazzled by the shades and hues of possibility
I miss summer not for the bright blooms or glare from the sun but for long early evening walks and the soft glow of the moon ****** Thank you Free Verse Revolution for the prompt!