sailing ships with
my eyes,
toes firm upon
land,
birds circling
until dizzy,
braced in sudden
a breeze,
summer rests its hand
upon my shoulder
to remind me
i’m seen
and stained into
the scenery.
nature
waxen wings graze
water
as cracks in ice
skitter along
a pond
ripe with
life
yet calm with
cool.
a premature deep frost
gnaws at my
bones
as i reach for comfort
to cover my
soul,
the earth turns over
under my
skin-
right where it’s
forever
been.
building fires with
my hands,
atop the soil that
cakes my
nails,
upon land that
returns my
love
in
abundance.
with roses
on your cheeks
we tumbled into wild
garden bed,
grass stains upon
knees,
dirt in the creases
of our eyes.
relief sheens in
the dew
of a rose
leaf,
unpicked and left
whole
to bask alone in
morning
glow.
hands in the garden 
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