You scattered my petals
upon cold narrow streets
from rooftops
from windows
and from the safety
of your sweaty palms.
white laced charm
fragrant grace
now remain
an imprint
upon gray concrete.
winter's approaching
but I lie cold
just
a
bare
green
stem.
Returning to my Self
-
I can hear the birds chirping in my backyard, and I smile as I sip my ice
cold electrolyte water.
Because I feel so damn grateful.
There are times th...
6 months ago