Icing sugar days;
Squint and you’re in another world,
Waiting for snow to shake loose.
Would you let their hands touch you,
When you’ve seen the thoughts they’ve held?
A promise of winter,
As frost mascarades as snow.
The grass I lay amongst this summer,
Has no memory of me now.
But I remember it well.
I’m a girl who searches,
For the stories hiding in windows,
And abandoned buildings.
A girl who wants to find things,
Broken open to feel everything.
But slowly life grows back,
And they become a savage beauty.
Sometimes it’s good to pause,
To step up to the mirror,
Is this the person I want to be?
The way sky slips day,
To the floor,
To reveal her glory,
Before stepping into night’s bed.
The first marks you make on a new page,
Don’t always look like much.
But trust in yourself,
Let them build and flow,
And find your story.
Let’s sit amongst the leaves,
And tell each other stories.