Without Burdened Shoulders
I am tired From the light Washed gray, And my bones Feel like boulders— Let me sleep deeply Then wake up When the weather Is friendlier. And when I feel light Without burdened Shoulders, I'll know We're moving on.
“Until then, I'm a stream, busy like blue lavender—not in any rush at all.” - Busy Like Blue Lavender: A Year in Verse