your ways

I can feel you there

watching over

you never left

you’ve always been there

you can so easily consume

I remember your ways

you steal the morning,

the day, the night

I thought I had learned 

how to keep you at bay

Written by Jennifer Fifield

Photo by Johan Rydberg on Unsplash

a new quiet

mitch-fox-kWIEFripgAo-unsplashclaustrophobic monotonous days
upcoming respite unknown, out of sight
only the restless rustling
of wispy palm trees above

realizations that to live, is to escape

this new way of life, such as
when snowflakes turn to blankets
and life is forced to stop

realizations that each day is full, but empty

this new way of life, such as
when wet, desert thunderstorms
turn to darkness and candlelight

travels only of evenings’ dreams and days’ dreams
visits in the kitchen, long after death, and the
cooling breaths of a Balinese breeze

madness, to sadness, to contentment
this rainstorm brings about simplicity,
a new quiet
only the gentle rustling
of wispy palm trees above

 

Poem by Jennifer Fifield
Photo by Mitch Fox on Unsplash

change of scenery 

IMG_5914mystical forest
trees whistle, sing lullabies
atmospheric change
sweet zephyrs erase worries
bathing only in bright thoughts

Tanka and image by Jennifer A. Fifield

shinrin-yoku: forest bathing (Japanese)