An intimate dance between
Bare feet and green grass
Takes place to the tune of
The birds sipping nectar.

My own alteration to
Prayer; I’m closest to God
Kneeling in the garden
With flowers in my hand.

Purple and blue kiss my
Knees violently, like
Budding blueberries sprouting
Beneath my skin.

Fall is settling in the air,
And my deities begin to
Retreat to a safe haven.
I choose to do the same.