tail bent and buckled
body painted with tyre marks...
Butterflies hover
over blooms while blooms hover...
The good or bad
of the person...
A delicate touch
fingertips turn green to gold...
Bold young crepe myrtle
smooth bark with limbs that reach up...
Holding the thread,
I catch you in midstream...
We used to run barefoot through the yard,
Arms outstretched to the darkened sky...
The dust to dust phase
in between, you...
A hoot at midnight
goes challenging the deaf...
I miss honeysuckle and wild berry bushes,
Carefully climbing trees in the front yard...
Nightly she whispers to me
Overcasting emotions while...
Quiet Morning Hush...