There are but a few days of summer left, and I feel the inevitable arrival of fall looming with its colder mornings and promises of darker evenings. Dare I say I'm not ready for the shift in seasons?
Although, I find that each season ignites a different creative energy and always changes the projects I am working on, infusing a little of the season into each piece.
Today I write to you, sweet readers, with another little poem and a reminder that in September, my monthly subscription raises to $10/month. If you become a paid subscriber now, you'll be able to lock in at $7/monthly.
On to the poetry:
words like
rain drip
drip
dripping down
the page
trickling
drizzling
sliding
down
down
down
into muddled puddles of
meaningless and meaningful
paragraphs
ripples spreading outwards to the farthest reaches of the pool until finally
slow
slow
slowing down to
nothing
I also want to direct you to these two pieces I shared awhile ago as I feel like they share those late summer feelings of change and melancholy:
It is raining and I want to dissolve into the sky
There is this paradox in motherhood - a feeling of being intensely content and full of love for the place you are in right now, with the small children and the endless piles of laundry. And a feeling of being utterly undone by it, and in a way almost desperate to run, run, run from it all.
Is anything ever enough?
I crave inspiration. its like reaching out in the darkness clinging to the wall while avoiding the sleeping dog, careful to step quietly over the cat in search for... what again? a glass of water? the sickening urge to hit the delete key, erase the rubbish my ruined fingers wrote in black ink behind the dresser in the bedroom - symbols meant to be deciphered by future generations.
What a beautiful, calming and soothing piece Raine 🤍