leap up
catch the ribbon tied in the highest reaches of the old oak
the ribbon that holds those years
when you had other things to do,
when you left the living to others
while you gave & toiled & wandered soulless from room to room
leap high in the air
and
catch
your
breath
thecourseofourseasons 
I can’t even tell you how much I love this ❤
I’m always happy to see you, Kathleen. This poem is so full of meaning. That line about wandering soulless from room to room struck me as a glimpse of sadness in the midst of hope.
I like the long ‘ribbon’ lines and the short ‘catch your breath’ lines
Beautiful, Kathleen.time for dreaming bright dreams.