Reflections*

Sit and reflect

Sit and reflect

There.
A green lawn chair
hidden
by the woods.
I sit.

My fretful steps forgotten.
Cushioned
by undulating drifts
and hiding beneath
the trembling storm,
I sit.

Behind looms
the forest. Forward,
just a few steps
beyond the last stand,
a field.
I sit.

So much past.
Savouring the future.
I sit.

*Written in response to the weekly photo challenge – Reflections. On my usual daily walk, albeit in a robust snowstorm, I noticed this lawn chair in the woods. What a perfect spot – in the summer – to sit and think.

Restoration

LockmasterHouseA grand dame no more,
Hollow and vacant,
vestiges of stature endure
like the architecture of skin
and bones.

Memories stand
just behind the handsome frame
Longing to lean out
Of the sockets,
Resurrected by you.

Don’t be afraid.
Take my body housed with intimacies,
Well loved once and
Willing still, though brittle.
There is still hope
To restore, to save me.

LockmasterHouse2

(Written in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Eerie)