Calico Frost

Who have I been

what kind of a friend am I

who do I really want to be

what do I want

why am I like this

who could I have been

where could I have gone

have known

thought

experienced

The edge of the world

is not a finality;

it's a beginning.

When you look out the window of a plane

you see possibility

you see hopes and dreams in the clouds' forms

soft and fluffy

there,

but not quite there

near,

but so far away

We have planted our seeds in soft soil

but then the droughts came

and the soil hardened

cracked

turned on our seeds

and what was once a garden is now a deathbed

shriveled up

seemingly hopeless

I'm glad that you've reached this point in your life

I'm thrilled that you've gotten this far

I'm happy for you

Watching you grow "up" into someone who has a steady foundation in their life

She has many sides

a faceted diamond

clear and shining

she drapes herself over the landscape

engulfing the cool orange of fall in her white satin robes

cold and gleaming