Grace

Grace Jun 2024

the wind is a song
that bends those velvet petals
for the lips of bees

Grace May 2024

marigold

a bouquet would consist of the flowers you love,

so I will tumble into the ditch, where all the marsh marigolds bloom for you.

Grace May 2024

talking

does a voice ruin the wind?

I worry about the words I will say, forgetting that silence is charged with meaning,
and is easy to share with you.

hollow things become whole in the sunlight

Grace May 2024

restoration

in the rain I feel restored

you say,
walk out to the view with me before we go,

and I forget the drone of cities and am looking at it, with you

restoration is a slow and marvelous process

Grace May 2024

sunlight

Under the sun we are beautiful beings.
I want to spend my moments in this light with you

Grace May 2024

what are words

I want to write a song for you but you are the strummer,
the player,
the gentle wrist flicking up and down,
the echo in the cavity,
the vibration of the strings
and the voice that sings.

I believe in the sacrament of art and work
because the guitar grew with you, gave you sunlight