A place to gather words before they get lost.
like the way the dark sky sings to us, like hailstones fallen on weathered dust, clinging to skin, the rust of winter in this reddened Earth, dry dirt and petrichor, the scent of words brittle against the surface of this coin, spun in motion, forever, forever, for, ever
for Terry
This morning, the grass crinkles with white frost of night; an abandoned dress
Bundled up beneath the stars, we're blanketed, still, secluded; night chill
Hunting forest soils off the path, after the rains, where small mushrooms spawn
At what point do we remember the forgetting?
The letting of memories, sliding through doors?
I am that child, again, worried at what I left behind
for DS106
Summer's passing by, as flocks of geese far above loudly shout: good-bye
In an orchard lab, scientists tinker with genes to make an apple
With acrobatics, the savvy salmon begin the long journey home
Another stolen moment, locked in dance;
hands connected ever – forever - never in a million will this music stop beating -
two hearts, needing the other
inspired by https://flic.kr/p/2qjpc13
Her quill, dipped in ink crafted from Gall Wasp powder, swoops in arcs and heart