Change for the Better

Alone

Was…

The last leaf crinkled and hanging o a branch in bitter winter

A shriveled flake of paint on the hinge of a door hanging precariously in the crevice

The bitter taste of your mouth when awakening in the wee hours

A desperate text for someone anyone to answer

Is….

Words falling from my thoughts onto the page

The latest Netflix binge

A page of photos and words representing my positive being, my work

The familiar words of an eighties tune

Calm cascades falling on large boulders with lichen

Contentment and peace of the soul