more than words poem // April day out with friends

// April //

eyelashes

flutter

cool tiles

local
hair
studio

radio dominates

cotton

creased

sandals

white

ebony

glow

fade
flowy

side braid

leather

bronze

hue

linen

trimming

 let it go.

emerald

flashing

elven

ring

dazzling

petals

awakening

loam

imprinted

turf

dance with us.

war tower

sand cliff

strung bow

jangling quiver

photoshoot

enactment

sunset

sleeves

trail

skirts

whisper

ungracefully

trip
reaction

be adventurers.

ginger

morocco

sleeve slipped

waves

shimmer

shadows

lengthen

beeswax- scented

peony

absinthe
forsythia

sway

it's beautiful.

memories

skim

behind

my

eyes...

(windows

roll

down)

let's

breathe
in

newness;

bask

in

cerulean

wind

pure stillness.

so here we are
under
stars
on
the

cusp

of

night

farewell, for just a little while.

Ramblings of Night-owl-ism

Hey guys,

This has been quite a crazy week for me. How are you??
Classes are gong well! I'm taking four art courses and one literature class (so perfect lol...most of the time). Already January has flown by and here I am, making plans for Valentine's Day! Snow is covering my state in a thick blanket, making all the fields glitter as far as the eye can see...it's incredibly beautiful, and freezing.

So. Now I'm just sipping a tall glass of tea, relaxing in my flannel pajamas and watching clock... why is right before bedtime always the perfect time to think and spill all the wonder and questions and struggles of the day? My mind gets defiant when this time of night arrives. My eyes dim, my dominate hand protests from gripping drawing pencils, my hair goes off-duty, and my body basically clocks out on me...but my mind runs along like a movie soundtrack on loop.

Night-owl-ism. It's just the brain's way of temping you to stay up all night to see an incredible sunrise in the morning. Sometimes waiting for the dawn is the best cure for dim eyes, protesting artist's hands, wild hair, and a tiredness that has seeped into your bones. Morning is the renewal, the re-birth for a night-owl....and the surrender to sleep is at last rewarding.

Do you know what I mean? Ach...lol. Now I'm just rambling. =)

Leah
Psalm 139