Sometimes that perfect
Temperature finds you at
Perfect temperament
Weather
life
Holding space
Holding space for that
Unimaginable grief
Ripping Hearts apart
Giving tree
Holding on to my
Branches, my fruit ripens with
Healthy boundaries
Living together
Camp cabins, college
Dorms, shared spaces communal
Living, tight bonds formed
Cocoons
Breaking out of the
Cocoons of past selves bursting
Out with wings spread wide
Games
Sometimes you just need
A board game with cousins that
Make you laugh so hard
Myths
The myth of no need
Of help from others, keeping
Us in untilled soil
Spaces
Earthly spaces that
I can be all versions of
my blossoming self
Forgiveness
Forgiving feels like
Leaves falling from trees, wind blown
Grace dancing through us
Sun filter
I. Sometimes the sun is
The perfect filter for us
Catch sparkly glimmers
II. We belong to you
Your light filtering our lives
Nourishing and growing
III My friend, the sun speaks
A language that we all know
Growth, hope, faith life food
D.S. Hollie 