Lily's Reach

September is rolling up Summer's carpet
Tucking it away in morning shadows
And as much as I mourn our shrinking days
I think I need
to
catch
my
breath..

(Got to make the morning last....)

Beautiful June, July & August ~
Miles of travel,
gravel and sand,
high clouds and roads,
soft, spongy,
moss covered paths.
Arms full of babes, and kids and tweens.
Swings,  swims, henna, challah,
siblings, cousins, dogs and berries.
Aunts and Uncles, daughter mamas,
daughters' moms and two new dogs,
Ca to Maine
Old
to
New
Lobsters, ocean, kayaks, canoe.

Soaring
Bald
Eagles
in treetop lookouts
such ease as they
lift off
and
land...
Must model my moves after them,
as August comes to a close.

This has been my
Summer Of Beautiful Ache
Lily and I have been graced with new family-like friends
Our table more often set for Three
(sometimes even six)

Lily has said Yes to it all
With gusto and glee.

Such Boldness in her Being.

She teaches me as she stretches and grows,
fingertips straining for the highest fruit.

For me,
I grapple with how fortunate I feel
in the lingering tides of loss.
To feel overflowing with Love and Hope
despite that pocket with its
unsewable
hole.
In moments I marvel at how
Lucky
I
Am,
then wonder how it can be -  as the thread gets pulled.

But maybe,
like the bird
that uses yarn for its nest
the
take
from
the tear
is meant to help...
                                      
Meant to Build

Something
New.