February's first snow

February's first snow

In the darkness of discerning city street lights at 2am

the garbage overflows,

side streets and back alleys are painted dank shades, muted brown.

One tiny snowflake escorts an avalanche

cloaking dirt and grime in purity

wrapping the ugliness in new life,

endless possibility.

In one tiny snowflake time stops.

Front walks are graceful covered in bold strokes.

The artist draws a fat brush against the landscape

where tiny slits of windows emit amber highlights,

chimneys puff smoke shadows against the dull sky

trapping the last particles of light

holding them tightly into early morning hours,

strong and beautiful.

Stay Free

-Carrie

Ridge

Ridge
Along lone ridges of your body
beauty emanates
as sun rises over the hills,
peeking and warming.
Bright rays radiate over the ridges of mountains.

You are a mountain.

But you wander like the meandering river
that digs into the earth,
carving out spaces, smooth ridges.

My life with you, shapely.
Wandering.
My home, Blue Ridge Mountains.

westward to Denver...

I feel as though my silence has been deafening.


And only over the past two months have I finally found my voice to drown out the silence. Living in Denver has provided my the opportunity to spend time with some truly amazing and inspiring women, and I can't thank them enough for all of the support the have given me during this time of awakening.

The sunlight is just peeking over the horizon, and I am chasing the sunset ever westward.

-Carrie