Little Red Riding Hood by Valerie Beeby
Missed Connections in Milwaukee
Lost dreams
When dreams and mysteries appear to cease
and the glimmer of newness fades with the skies, the continually setting skies,
and the darkness arrives,
we remember
As our expectant whims fade to acceptance
and the world we built in our imaginations, those places never materialized,
and the darkness arrives,
we remember
We tender our debts, and remember our lives
We render our worlds from debris
And we pull off our disguises and see,
for the first time.
For the first time we see the bark of the trees,
the branching and bittersweet fruit blossoming, falling, rotting, growing
renewing the lives we were sowing
remaking the lives we were knowing
remaking our lives
And the world is mysterious again
and life is a dream again
and it is new
Her Two Cents
This poem from Milwaukee beautifully captures the transition many of us go through as we move from the winter season to spring. It’s been a cold, dark winter filled with snow, ice, and sub-zero temperatures (for those of us in the Eastern United States) but the calendar shows those days are finally numbered. New growth, more light, and different colors will soon populate the landscape. Don’t give in to the wolves just yet, there’s sometime beautiful waiting on the other side of the forest…
