The rustling of robin's wings
At sunset, viewed through hammock strings
And apples heavy on the bough.
Summer ticks quickly to its close
Hummingbirds frisk the gladiols
Autumn comes soon, yet I am now.
Present in phototrophic skin,
Feeling all that's without, within,
My selves made one, this day allows.
Rare thing, rare day, and reasonless!
Tomorrow all may go amiss.
Still I treasure it anyhow.
A hot sun glistening white on gold sand Reaching to the sun crowned ocean, An ocean's-breadth East And to the feet of moon capped mountains A mountain's length West. There is no water Eagerly pursued,
My basket is full, filled, flowering, A rooted spark blooming bright Amidst hawthorn blossoms White as a bridal veil And I wind about the tree Like ribbons 'round a pole Weaving life within my body A
I got a nosebleed considering a TikTok about spanking. Telling me to make a mistake So I can learn new things, spread my wings, Set myself free into the privilege of trying. And all at once I was back