Oh my whirling swirling . . ness

 . . . and then a heart shape remnant of a leaf from last year. . .

somehow found it's way. . 

onto your sleeve.

we all leave trails

 some days are harder then others . . 

don't you just know it.

yes. . . 

the chalk days are BACK babaaaaaaaay!!!

i  

L O V E 

the chalk days.

a poem

. . . . the whirling swirling spinning days. .  .

the round and round and up and down

back and forth and forth and back. . 

and come what may

and back. . and back..

if i knew. . 

what i do not. .

i would not be so anxious . . but.. 

it doesn't matter. . 

nothing does. . . 

or does it!. . . yes. . it does. . . 

it does

it matters. . 

matters MOST  you see.. . 

to the ONE 

who sets us F R E E 

and it will be. . ok. . 

ok. . .

He is holding on 

to Thee.

written just now

Rachael Anderson

april 18 2013