Friday, August 28, 2009

An Ode To The Fall of Nashville

I miss Nashville in the fall.
The warm sun and the crisp cool breeze
collaborating and compromising to
maintain a perfect 70 degrees.
The slight feeling of relief that,
as unforgettable as the summer was,
things will soon be settling down to a more
sustainable pace.
Driving through the winding roads with the windows down,
knowing that a glance out
holds the reward of red and gold and green
splashed across the most perfect of
cloudless blue skies.
The air of expectancy,
the breathtaking beauty all around
inspiring creativity and the feeling that anything is possible.

Distractions

Distractions abound
fireflies of creativity get caught
and suppressed by the obsessive,
compulsive, distracting,
insecure cobwebs
rattling around my brain.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Peace of a fairy

I, for the first time in my life, think I realize what it means to be Tink...and think I am finally ready to make peace with it.