spill

 

 

 

 

 

summer in your house
the morning light poured in
spilling on the chenille
like warm milk

dishes clattering in the kitchen
as you made breakfast

 

 

 

 

 

ripening

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the heat stifles
flowers wilt
fruit ripens
(as do I)

 

 August is approaching

 

 

 

 

 

no worries

 

 

 

 

 

I think about those days of barefeet, scraped knees, sunburns, mosquito bites and garden dirt…

 

 

 

 

 

 

spilt milk

 

 

 

 

 

with the fear of stagnation
she became a shapeshifter

 

 

 

 

 

 

july

 

 

 

 

 

there were those hot sticky nights
picnics by flashlight on the dewey grass
waiting for the fireworks
we chased fireflies