Flexibility for the in-between,
Never a forte of mine.
A bit of both, a Wonderland dream,
A transitional unclean drawn line.
This season of two seasons,
This home ours but not home,
This unsettled life with reason,
Letting go to grow, restrict to roam.
Be gentle on yourselves, they say and I know,
Nature’s energy shifting, coinciding with place.
Waning to Wax, receding to grow,
Saturday morning pancakes in the in-between.
