Ode to Shoulder Season
By Rachel Leigh Cohen
a time nestled between visiting electric storms.
soft like a collar bone peeking out beneath a loose necked cashmere sweater on a body that tends to lean towards coverage.
subtle like classically sweet perfume mixed with light sweat culminating between cycles of sunbathing & cold plunges in rivers spiked with mountain run off.
golden like hours spent giggling swapping harmless gossip with a kindred heart & sewing dreams long forgotten in the bustle of hustle.
transcendent like magicians who slow down time by writing in cursive, flipping through a damn good book at a measured pace & learning something new not to produce excellence, rather, to flirt with reverence birthed in the art of trying.
remarkable like a body in healing motion navigating each step of an orange coned street.
quiet like a spiritually curious butterfly that knew where she was going all along.
delicious like the first bites in Eden … before ~ before ~ before.
now go hug a tree showing off this season.
whisper into her delicate blossoms,
“You are absolutely fabulous.”