In response to February Writing Prompts over at Putting My Feet in the Dirt.
Beyond Bliss
Early morning sunshine, coffee,
snuggling snoring sleepyheads,
dry warmth in cold, wet weather…
When life seems increasingly complicated,
simple pleasures remain
steadfast as ever.
Understanding this
is joy beyond bliss.
© Amy Porterfield 2021
In response to February Writing Prompts at Putting My Feet in the Dirt. (I love these prompts! Thank you so much for the inspiration!)
Burying Yesterdays
I buried my yesterdays,
buried them deep
in the rich earth.
I nourished them with tears,
warmed them with joy,
and watched them grow
into a beautiful today,
fortified by wisdom,
wanting nothing more
than to stand in the
light of now
and be happy.
© Amy Porterfield 2021
In response to February Writing Prompts at Putting My Feet in the Dirt.
A blue crayon
grasped in a chubby fist
made these marks,
that I can’t bring myself
to wash away.
One last reminder
of the baby you were.
Where my eyes see the boy you are,
and my mind imagines
the man you are becoming,
My heart holds my baby tightly,
like a blue crayon
grasped in a chubby fist.
© Amy Porterfield 2021
In response to February Writing Prompts at Putting My Feet in the Dirt.
If I were the wind,
I would tousle your hair,
caress your face,
and whisper in your ear.
I would lift ladies’ skirts
and snatch men’s hats
to make you laugh.
I would clear your cloudy skies,
keep your kite aloft,
but steal your balloon.
Love and loss are so intimately related.
I would lay flower petals,
seeds, and feathers at your feet.
I would lift your prayers to heaven.
And I would carry your scent,
and the echoes of your voice with me
forever and ever.
© Amy Porterfield 2021
playing in the dappled sunshine 