yielding

battered and blown
like leaves that twist & twirl
on the wind
i watch
memories screech by
from my rest stop perch
road weary from miles traveled
i taste the berkshire slushy champagne
smell the mile marker of those niagara grapes
feel the wind pushing and pulling at my progress
in one breath i feel it all
emotions raw & real as first felt
(furious kali wants to shred the ignorance;
compassionate durga wants to hold it all to my breast)
blessed to have this home that cradles me
sacred winter coming to protect me
truth to guide me.
my, but time takes it time!