she’s the fading scene now
peering back like life’s
not worthy,
can’t seem to roll the
boulders away,
she’s in each wisp
of spring’s
greenery,
++++
and it all smells
as dirty
as the earth
crusting my feet.
Hands in the Gardenman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=
image: https://www.pinterest.ca/findingsmag/walk-away/
..like bark of dried out tree.
Awesome! Love this! ❤