Slip between freshly cut grass,
Steal sun’s warmth across your back.
Let trees shhh the world.
This is September’s end,
Her fanfare goodbye.
A salute to summers past,
With tangled thoughts amongst flattened grass.
And for this moment,
Breathe and feel the wild.
With each tooth they lose the tooth fairy or molar mouse gets a questionnaire; length and questions depending on the child. There are three more wobbly teeth in this house at the moment and I hope the fairies/ mouse can handle the paperwork.
The moon wore chiffon,
As she walked early morning’s,
What’s in a word,
Just one small word,
That can make it weigh so heavy?
Broken and twisted boundaries,
Where nature has refused to be restrained.
These are someone else’s restrictions,
I always think of him,
When I’m here.
A metaphor of us.
And amongst dead leaves,
I see beauty,
I found a storybook in the woods today,
It’s pages rustling in the wind.
And if you’re sitting comfortably,
Tuck a flower behind your ear,
And follow the breadcrumbs life leaves.
I write you into words,
So time can’t steal you from me.
Do you look at the sky and see her wild?
Do the clouds remind you,
Of the ink on skin,
The ink of words?
There’s a wildness that the horizon,
And for that moment,
I am the sky.