'I Woke Up To A Red Sun' Poem
I Woke Up To A Red Sun I woke up to a red sun peeking between the trees The change of seasons is palpable There is a sense of foreboding in the air It is almost a quiet before the storm As if the world knows anything can happen and is about to happen The unthinkable is now thinkable as we sit on a precipice And I sit here entranced by the stillness and change of light and of being My dog companion quietly puts her nose underneath my hand As if to say, there is life and I am here; come back Come back to the present of the red sun peeking between the trees, the stillness in the air, the squirrels gathering their wares Because life does go on My soothing words of wisdom for the week is about your ancestors 🌙🌚