It’s different here,
this season’s change –
the slant of the light
and the smell in the air –
brighter, milder, wilder,
like something ancient, fierce and dangerous
but constant and controlled.
I’ve always said nature is a woman.

It’s different here,
this season’s change –
the slant of the light
and the smell in the air –
brighter, milder, wilder,
like something ancient, fierce and dangerous
but constant and controlled.
I’ve always said nature is a woman.

MY LITTLE HEART
By Dee Tezelli (author of Amazon eBooks and Paperbacks)
Millions of neurons in my brain, they say.
Okay, so, they race, dance bundling to form my thoughts, each day,
All about You.
While my little heart beats seventy-two times a minute,
Near two hundred thousand thumps firing away,
To find you.
My sweet son, twelve years now, you’ve been gone.
Okay, I am fine with memories,
But my little heart still aches for You.
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This is beautiful and heartbreaking.
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