Poetry

Separation Anxiety

Looking forward

His hand in mine

And I’m soaring

But I feel that slight

Tug at my heel

As I look back at the past

I look back at the relationships

That ultimately must change

And I feel my wings flutter and fold

Struggling to stay

airborne.

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Poetry

Walking in the Patch

One is tall and thin

Another is short and squat

Most are orange, some are albino

I don’t care, I’ll take the lot.

This short poem, intended to be a little silly, really does reflect a wonderful afternoon I spent out with my fiancé walking through a pumpkin patch. This pumpkin patch was attached to a farm that has become way too commercialized with carnival rides, games, food, and lines *literally* miles long. The patch itself is separated from all of the other stuff and it was surprisingly empty compared to its surrounding, but it was, by far, the best part! And it got me thinking.

Sometimes, we can get so caught up in the “hubbub” of the holiday season that it flies right past us before we even realize it’s here. Taking some quiet time with a loved one, walking through a pumpkin patch, is definitely my favorite Fall memory this year.