Ignite the Sky

During the sun’s peak, I dare you, look to the sky.

Watch something majestic happen; it will leave you in awe. It’s like a change of a butterfly or how night turns back to day.

We’re all capable of it just get out side your comfort zone because you too can flourish and shimmer. Spread out your branches and be free like the leaves of fall.

Be grateful for your freedoms and never live as if your locked away without a key.


Don’t hibernate like winter make a change into fall.

What’s the worst that can happen?
A look of confusion, maybe a stare?

Strike a match and hold it up over your head. Watch as it dances swayed by the wind, inviting all to come and watch. Follow its movements, be spontaneous and bright.

Be like the bright fire above, the one in the sky, all you have to do is just open your eyes.

Snow Top


Looking up to the sky, the snow flakes tickle my nose as they drift on their way to the cottony, white covered floor. I inch out my tongue to get a taste of the drifting flakes, but it graces the warm surface and disappear.

In front of me the clouds, stars, moon and beyond. A companion hung by side, a backpack filled with hope, memories and need.

I look down, squinting through my fingers. Me on the top of a mountain, a small spec on a pile of opportunity.  I have never left the graces of the ground. One minute I was down there, now here, what in the world.

The world hmm… maybe my lonely question found an answer.

Size ten shoe prints in my rear view and the sun, moon were over top. The sun glistened off the freshly layered powder and shined over with a layer of love to keep it warm in the frigid cold.

A breeze softly sifted through my hair, as it went by I tried to grab on to it, but it swirled between my fingers en route to the next mountain top. I breathe to see the smoke exhale out of my mouth, trying to grab it for warmth before it disappears in the starry galaxy.

Only one option left remained in my cluttered head. It was time to say goodbye to the world and follow the moon on way to my next stop.

Should I close my eyes on the way down, maybe so. Maybe I will fall to the bottom, get up, and dust myself off.

Ready, set, go! I held my breath, leaped and I was gone.

My past flashed in front of my eyes as I sank to the earths core.

I began to think of my future. The dreams and hopes held ever so closely to me.

Now inches from the ground I began to rise. Not a fear in the world. The sun with help from the moon, reached out to me and I grasped their hand as they lifted me toward them.

Ring, ring the alarm sounded and I promised not to open my eyes, but this time I had to.

Drip, Drop

Down the stretch they scampered, dripping into the final lap. Each drop struggled for pole position against the opposition. The crowd favorite, the number one rain drop in the first lane, inched out a slight lead in front of the number two drop. Whirling past the cluttered crowd, the number four made his desperation push.

The finish line drew near and the crowd rose to their stems. Leaves, trees and flowers all swayed in the wind, anticipating the number one drop to win. The number one, no! The number four, no!

Out of nowhere the number seven bolted by, with help from a nearby autumn breeze and won! On a day when the sun drifted away behind the clouds, one winner towered above all. The number seven raindrop won and quickly disappeared into the frantic media frenzy fighting for a post-game interview.

The race ended, the fans traveled home and I wandered back to my own starting line. Waiting, watching and wondering.

For many days, no, many weeks I paced back and forth near the door, hoping it would make its Hollywood appearance. The calendar pages crumbled in the corner of the room, lying like a pile of leaves a young child was about to jump into and scatter across the street.

Time, time lingered over me as if it was a gloomy, black cloud. Every day at noon, the clock would dong, dong, but my hands only grasped onto hope.

Once it appeared, I would blossom from a girl to a woman, spreading my multicolored wings. All eyes, cameras and attention would point at me, awaiting my every breath.

My ears rang and I jolted out of my chair. I picked up the hem of dress to insure it didn’t get dirty and strolled down the red carpet. On my left, the paparazzi pushed back and forth trying to snap a perfect picture. On my right, media members, pens in hand, jotted down my every action.

Flash, flash, cameras snapped pictures as I spun toward the door. Microphones shoved into my face, but I pushed them away, as I strolled on by. I reached my limo, turned back, flipped my hair and gave my crowd one more wave goodbye, knowing they constantly desired more. I flung open my limo and my chauffeur held out his hands and gave me it.

I grabbed a pair of scissors and snip, snip, sniped across the top of the box. My eyes stretched wide as a child, as she jumps into a playpen full of colorful balls. Me, I jumped into a playpen of Styrofoam peanuts.

I caressed it, held it up to the light, and watched wide-eyed as it glimmered and danced. I gently dropped it back in the box; put it in a nice cozy corner and I plopped back near the window.

I peeked back out the window waiting, watching and wondering what time the second race kicked off.