Nov 2016
As the indigo moon chimes against the trees
Mother nature tells her story to me
Freckles etched across her dusky face
Wearing a flowing sundress standing barefoot on the stones
Hair with cornsilk weeds radiating in the breeze
A gap between her teeth and rosebud lips
With sun bleached eyes and a far away stare
Barriers of sea glass form along the kaleidoscope shores
Mother nature tells her story to me
Freckles etched across her dusky face
Wearing a flowing sundress standing barefoot on the stones
Hair with cornsilk weeds radiating in the breeze
A gap between her teeth and rosebud lips
With sun bleached eyes and a far away stare
Barriers of sea glass form along the kaleidoscope shores
I love picking beach glass. I go alone and allow myself to be in the moment. I imagined this is what the sun and and breeze would look like to me. I also believe this is how their relationship would be. I spend hours doing this and get lost in myself. Before I know it's dark and the moon is speaking to me.
(45/F/Michigan)
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