Wild tender beings
dandelion seeds blowing
To sacred spaces
Wilder
life
Mugs
My favorite mugs
Hold Herbal elixirs, teas
Relief from illness
Differently
Looking at myself
differently, starting to
Recognize beauty
Weather
Sometimes that perfect
Temperature finds you at
Perfect temperament
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
D.S. Hollie 