Cocoon

It feels different now, things are changing. A blanket and then an extra one. Feeling like something or someone is missing in that early morning, a lonely cocoon. Wanting to stay in. Being retrospective. We’ve been waiting for the seasons to shift, I knew this in my mind. But my body is translating this now in ways that are bringing felt memories to the surface. A slow bubbling up. I thought this would be a time for renewal, but the grasses are drying. Lushiousness being sucked out of what is green. A drawing out, but what is nourishing? A cocoon is calling. White silk wrapping. The prospect and possibility of emergence into another being. 

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