Something’s coming…
I can feel it…
Like the ripples just below the surface of otherwise tranquil waters.
Something’s coming…
The wind whispers it’s warning with an eerie rustling to all who will listen.
Something’s coming…
As murders of crows gather with increasing frequency their caws deafening.
Something’s coming…
©Dani Heart
1-18-2023
A mysterious darkness looms eerily over her heart
It is far less anxiety inducing to let it linger ominously than to endeavor to discern its true scope and origins…
It’s a wily shapeshifter that contorts itself unimaginably to allow in the illusion of happiness and light in its endless efforts to remain imperceptible amongst the shadows.
©Dani Heart
12-15-2022
The afternoon sun lingers over a thirsty landscape after a recent rain…
A cleansing ritual normally receding with the promise of all things renewed…
Clear, clean, and refreshed after a nice long quenching drink the earth should sing with rejuvenation…
But there is SO much drought and SO much cracked earth that the liquid is merely a lifeline, it’s sustenance barely adequate.
I liken it to an IV that thwarts death but fails to restore true life.
My heart aches for this living ground we walk on.
Her survival is our survival, and we must act accordingly.
©Dani Heart
12-6-2022
a Heart on the matter 