I sit and I sew
With silk thread and moon needles
A running stitch dream
Pale against the midnight sky
Each finger prick a new star.
Tag: Misc.
so much left unsaid
during this month long challenge.
if tomorrow held
one more day in november
would i feel just as complete?
wistfully thinking
do you remember that day
when you first met me?
was i awkwardly standing
or full of raw confidence?
chilled glasses await
while butternut soup simmers
a pleasing fowl smell
scalloped with potato sides
do not forget the brussels
appropriation
how can it truly be viewed
inappropriate
in a melting pot country?
oh my! now i understand.
tis not everyday
you come home to a surprise
but today i did
and i must say thank you zac
to the good times together
clouds in my sake
such odd creatures in my glass
they do not compare
to the real sun kissed nimbus
but do they compare in taste?
The ink is ready
White paper as pure as snow
But how to begin
A first stroke is important
And I don’t want to mess up.
oh golden flicker
cast against a velvet black
how brightly you burn
with winds so strongly opposed
whispering a smokey grave