Just one summer               like no other
                        that is what it was !
You and I across the field
                          playing like wild children
          in the playground of my heart !
Here and there, everywhere
                    we were
                            angels soaring o'er daises
     unplucked*                           breathing *
Rain or shine, we were always together
                       drenched in sunlight we were poetry  
                                          As we lay softly on the
                         summer grass
the heady scent of flowers clothed us,  
                                    even rain could not wash away
                    the inhale of our innocence,  
It was a summer               like no other
the summer      when                      we first met ,

I love
My little room
Entire silvered by dawn.

Tossing into trash bin
Yesterday’s coffee pod
I toss out yesterday’s cares.
Inserting a new pod
I turn the page
Of my small life.

As the Keurig brews
That first cup
It sounds a shush:
Quiet be, still be, just be
Look at the cedars and firs
Glowing with the
Fire of God.

So I sip
Coffee and chill morning air
And rock my rocking chair
To the rhythm
Of birds at the feeder

All else can wait

I fear leaning too close to the rose
its velvet smile hides secret thorns;
what if it drains the ink from my fingertips,
maps of red where I once held light?

I fear standing under fireworks:
brief suns that bloom and fall,
stitching bright holes in the night
scars that glow long after the sky forgets.

And you if I drift too near,
will you be an avalanche or a soft tide?
I am ready to be hurt, but only
by the ache inside your sad story.
I will take your sorrow like rain on my palms,
listen until your silence loosens,
cry with you, then mend the loose edges
a harbor when the sea is cruel,
a lantern when your night needs a face,
a shelter for you through rain and sun.

Soon,

Winged creatures will fly,
Delicate flowers will begin to die.

But as for you, and the poetic I,
In fallow fields nearby

We will lie

And while-away-the-hours.
On a blanket, lying back

To watch summer's last sighs.
For she must soon say goodbye,

Goodbye and welcome fall.

My heart echoes
just your name

with every breathe
I take in

just your name
it can remember.

middle of the night
started clapping and jumping
as mosquitoes hum.
19/9/2025

will you be Atlas
and carry it as a curse

wrap it in a blanket
cozy in a purse

would you be
kind and aware
sitting in a chair
guarding it with care

or smack it on the ground
saying you've found

a medicine to the wounds