The world
whispers in
foggy mornings
and sweet
still moments
where the air
smells crisp
and skims
against the skin
with the promise
of possibilities
and opportunities
yet
to be imagined
Sweet scents
released
to soothe the senses
as raindrops
cling
and weigh down
branches.
Vibrant color
and earthy scents
blend in the
damp moist
as water soaks
to skin
and goosebumps
rise.
One day
bleeds into the next
as my bright
and beating heart
hangs suspended
and waiting
for the world
to knock
a subtle tap
that will tumble
me off
into the dust
below
to be trampled
among dried leaves
Subtle surprises
hidden
among the reeds
and the dried
swamp grasses
not seen
with ease
and then
a misstep
and there it is
a forgotten statue
among the mud
quietly waiting
for water to rise
and it will
be hidden once more
Fuzzy bits
of bedding
fly in the air
like tufts
of feathers
as we dive
into the sheets
and roll
together
in a tangle
of limbs
and low chuckles
blend with
loving whispers
of love
Our passion
burns bright
like a match’s
strike
that catches
not just flint
to phosphorus
but sets the world
ablaze
and everything
burns
until all
that is left
is you and I
and scorched earth