house of sky life would turn ugly when paused outside my window blue eyes, paler than ____.
dark plain dresses a sensation of acute emptiness abandoned the Jeep dawdling over coffee
a sunny horizon dignity compelling staggering beauty curiosity ivory hopeful
with spring came the ________.
While wishing that spring would always bring lilacs and daffodils
Your blue eyes, paler than a Montana sky in a snow storm
Sent a shiver flying down my spine and crept into my skin.
Only yesterday a robin hopped across the back lawn
Doing a long-legged dance insuring springtime's sunny horizon.
The crabapple trees were lacy pink with blooms.
Now they stand against the sky in dark plain dresses draped in snow.
Winter returns and stubbornly pauses outside my kitchen window.
Our rustic cabin demands repair...so fly fishing will have to wait.
Like a flashback, I was overtaken by a sensation of acute emptiness.
I felt it somewhere between the serenity of Arizona's Sunset Highways
And the staggering beauty of the Northern Rockies.
The copper canyon walls echoed my insecurities;
A voice that shouted back at me, "You Don't Belong!"
Despite this compelling message I refused to abandon the Jeep.
I realized...Life is full of switchbacks, hair-pin turns, and up-hill climbs.
So just like blessings, seasons don't always arrive on time.
With spring came the disappointments, disagreements and adjustments.
I rolled up my sleeves, tore out rooms of outdated shag carpeting,
And restored a dull gray oak floor to a golden professional shine.
There was no dawdling over coffee, I was hopeful with summer on the way.
With summer came sunshine; communication, understanding, and dignity.
Our rustic cabin was taking shape; windows washed inside and out,
Flower beds bursting with blues, ivories, pinks, and purples.
The provacative scent of warm cinnamon and sugar mingled in mid-air
As I took ciabatta bread and strawberry rhubarb pie from the oven.
Yellow grass grows knee high and aspen trees change overnight to gold.
I grapple with the details...shall I call it Autumn or Indian Summer?
Finally the house of sky opened up and I felt the warmth of belonging.
I am older and wiser now so the intensity of my passion is mellowing.
A reminder...no more emotional tsunamis, time to shift gears.
Underneath lies a deeper appreciation, warm affection, and true love.
I wake to the early morning call of the sandhill cranes,
Time to fly south again...