Alone is a squirrel
Who lives far beyond the garden wall
Though “lives” feels much too ordinary a word
For one that seems made
From the restless music of the sun
She comes in flashes
Soft streaks of amber through the treeline
Faster than a heart, finding love for the first time
The world changes when she arrives
Branches lean, morning slows
I’ve watched her grasp her acorns
As if they were small planets,
Delicate, fragile,
Turning them over and over in her small hands
With care some reserve for prayers
By god, the way she moves
Moving as if the earth was designed
Only to give her a beautiful place to run through
Many a day, she’ll take a glance back at me
Those moments ruin me so quietly
Because her eyes caress that same feeling
As hot windows in winter,
As a forgotten poem remembered at night,
As finding a glimpse of light after a hard day
I believe love reveals itself like so:
A creature, no bigger than a farthing
Teaching one entire forest
To be tender
And if anyone dare ask why I continue returning to the garden
I’ll tell them
I simply like the trees
I shall never admit
That between the trees and fallen leaves,
A small creature,
Has made a home inside my chest
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 1:01 AM UTC
Alone is a squirrel
Who lives far beyond the garden wall
Though “lives” feels much too ordinary a word
For one that seems made
From the restless music of the sun
She comes in flashes
Soft streaks of amber through the treeline
Faster than a heart, finding love for the first time
The world changes when she arrives
Branches lean, morning slows
I’ve watched her grasp her acorns
As if they were small planets,
Delicate, fragile,
Turning them over and over in her small hands
With care some reserve for prayers
By god, the way she moves
Moving as if the earth was designed
Only to give her a beautiful place to run through
Many a day, she’ll take a glance back at me
Those moments ruin me so quietly
Because her eyes caress that same feeling
As hot windows in winter,
As a forgotten poem remembered at night,
As finding a glimpse of light after a hard day
I believe love reveals itself like so:
A creature, no bigger than a farthing
Teaching one entire forest
To be tender
And if anyone dare ask why I continue returning to the garden
I’ll tell them
I simply like the trees
I shall never admit
That between the trees and fallen leaves,
A small creature,
Has made a home inside my chest
**** is NOT about a squirrel
