Transformations (day 500)

Searching and crawling through these empty streets
They call my name but I heed them no attention
Memories caught up in my thoughts like tumbleweeds in a corner
Hot water failing to warm my shaking bones
Sunlight stretching into the corners my toes fail to remain
And I cry with streaking mascara and ugly sobs
Deeply lamenting the loss of all that’s been known
Holding onto something that’s simply figurative

And then, like a slowly falling leaf from the nearby tree
A quiet calm flows over the angst and tremors
Little sparks of light gather at the tips of my toes
My brow begins to smooth as I close my eyes and smile
Children playing comes into focus
And the tea smells just as it should
A transformation undergoes just as the turning of seasons
And the lightness of my steps

Ladybug (day 324)

I have a home
It is under the leaf
It is green where I roam
Here at home

I have spots
The protect me from sun
They accumulate with age
This of my spots

I have antennas
That probe my way forth
It helps to detect
These nice antennas

I have six legs
That propel me forth
They aren’t all that I have
These here short legs

For I have wings
That fold out from secrets
They fly me back home
There with my wings