A Winter Lament

I hate this part of the cycle,
This season of echoes,
Emptying out, being left behind,
Forgotten, aging but not old,
Not in shape, not fit for fun,
Just going through the motions,
Not dying and not living,
Isolated, longing to not be,
To not feel so worthless, so unimportant,
Naked, cold, pale, waiting,
Waiting for inspiration, for color,
For the  phone to ring or wisdom to call,
Not dead but not bearing fruit,
Longing for the robin to land on my outstretched arm,
Clinging to each ray of sun like child's blankie,
Thirsty for music to fall on my heart,
Hungry for the laughter of friendship,
I hate winter.

My book will be available to all soon! Stay tuned!

This photo was taken from high up the gorgeous Mount Shasta in Northern California 

on a cool October evening in 2011 while hiking with my dear sister.

I dedicate this picture to you Vangie! Love you so much! ~jules