This is the season for women like me.
We meet fully clothed underneath a Harvest moon.
In the waning days of Pisces you have touched my heart.
In the warm poetry of your laughter I have vanquished
My darker thoughts.
This is the season for women like me.
We look into each others eyes and understand.
Aries the, God of War, invades the night and I walk gently..
This is a battle with ancient demons whose names are not forgotten.
Do not dismiss the past or wander without caution
Letting go is sweet surrender.
Giving up is not so sweet.
I am compliant
I am defiant.
This is the season for women like me.
Colo
*The Moon is in Pisces all day today, and 99% full, as it moves into Aries