a field of wishes scattered, pieces of a dream hunting the magic wind is blowing illusion secrets of the harvest moon
how many times do we wish that illusions turn into reality? we are lost in a field waiting for the magic. it was nice to write this poem last evening. the words came out without much thinking, and I understood that I’m waiting too much.
Sharing with tanka tuesday. this week’s theme is harvest moon.
hello! how are you doing? i missed this space. i hope you enjoyed the rest of summer/winter and are ready for the new season. autumn for me. i love all the colours and freshness that comes with it. the sweaters and boots, scarfs, flannel pjs. i’m craving for all the pumpkin spice flavours and fragrances: pumpkin spice latte, pumpkin loaf, pumpkin muffins…., and the pumpkin candles to warm up my kitchen, although i love apple cinnamon candles this time of the year.
summer was lovely. i went to the north part of my province for a few days. a beautiful place with lakes and mountains. lots of kayaking and hiking. i read many books and wrote many pages. the leisure of a summer afternoon in my garden was wonderful. now, i’m sitting here typing these few words for you thinking about the past, wondering about the future, and trying to be present. i’ve a cup of coffee by my side, the morning freshness knocking on my window, a new day ahead.
hope you are doing ok and ready for the new season. enjoy the tiny moments, they are the ones that matter most and the ones that will be our company in difficult days.
E.
Tea & Paper 