Abbe's Notes

December slipped through a marker of time
Chilled air, a disappearing sun
Darkness most of the day
Shortened light rays
Warmed by inside flames
Dream time tamed
Heartened, subdued
Till Spring

A life divided, splits ideas and families
Remnants left, carry pasts to present futures
Let the heart hold the remnants
Piece together splits
Become whole

~Abbe

Come to the table, the etiquette of a gathering.
Where there is always a place for one more.
An empty plate filled with food and ideas that differ.
Make space for me.
Leave content, each voice heard.

~Abbe

Within the silence a rhythm emerges.
Within the chaos a pattern emerges.
Within the rhythm and patterns
Emerges a woven harmony.

~Abbe

Old stories creep along my arms.
Extend through my knuckles.
Age plays tricks, as I remain a bird.
I forgot that I’ve left the nest, flown around the world.
My flock revolves around their sphere in other nests.
My ancestors’ stories fly by as I lift my wings.

~ Abbe

When I wake,
My heart beats
For your sake,
A skip, a dance,
A wondrous prance
For you, I will meet.

~Abbe