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Zywa 2d
Next spring I'll go back

to see the blossoms, search them --


where I've never been.
Poem "Yoshinoyama" ("On Mount Yoshino" / "I'll forget the trail", 1190, Saigyo)

Collection "Love Mind and Death"
Adrianna Price Dec 2024
Come and take a walk with me
On a summer's eve so bright,
Smell the honeysuckle bloom
Beneath the fading light.
Tell me how you laugh and cry,
What stirs your heart, what makes you sigh,
Speak of dreams you hold inside,
And perhaps I'll share the ones I left behind.

Come and take a walk with me
Through autumn's fleeting glow,
Feel the crisp and cooling air
As time begins to slow.
Tell me all you hoped to be,
The things you sought so endlessly.
Let me show you what you'll learn,
Through every loss and twist and turn.


Come and take a walk with me
On winter's frozen ground,
We won’t be long—just take my hand,
No need to linger 'round.
Share your life in quiet tones,
No need to make a sound,
I’ll match your peace with calm my own.
Perhaps you'll glimpse beyond my gloom,
And see who hides within this room.

Come and take a walk with me
As spring begins to sing,
Tell me of the love you’ve found,
The joy your future brings.
Speak of family, wedding days,
The dreams you've shaped in tender ways.
I’ll listen close, with no disdain,
For the life I lost won’t cloud your gain.
And as you go, just softly say,
Remember me, my very own name, for you and I are always the same.
Ver
Nix liquefactum est,
Venit usque in gramina.
Capulus et sugar,
Tu, me, et ver.
A little casual Latin for the weekend. The snow is melting already, just enough for Christmas, just too little for the new year. :)
T R Wingfield Dec 2024
Oh to be a blade of grass
Caressing her thigh
Gazing up longingly
Upon Persephone
And her spring of warmth
On a cold winters day

Would that I could;
That I should be so lucky

If only it were more than a dream
Cuffing season got me feeling things haha
Christy Dec 2024
Sit bones ache on the dampened ground
A nest in the thicket where I’m sat down
Untended grass blocks my silhouette
Spring whispers freshly across my dress.
Sun raising blush to speckled skin
Imagining the heat of your breath again
Magpies scouring for succulent feast  
Reasons and trials threaten our peace   
The valleys and hills
The joys and the thrills
I’ll go back tomorrow to be with you
If only in a daydream
The meadow
Zywa Dec 2024
A flowering shrub

at the monastery gate:


butterflies greet me.
Collection "web tissue"
Kaitlyn Johnson Dec 2024
The day was done and the windows slid open; almost on their own.
As if they needed no more convincing other than a familiar nudge in the side.
I could hear the clouds sighing in relief after their week-long downpour.
I sighed along with them.
Oh, how exhausted we all are.
May 12th 2023
I have laid in the tall grass
and let the sweet smell of its lush
green blades,
fill my lungs and head,
until giddy,
and light headed.

I lay back and become enveloped
in and ecstasy of
heady tranquilly.

My fingers traced the stems
sensually
liken to a lovers fingers
over silken skin

Papus are freed and fill the air
drifting on the breeze
carrying my dreams and wished
to my love
Words on thinking of my wife, whilst laying in a field of grass
"Ummm... I like you," she said,
her voice a trembling whisper.
Beads of sweat glistened on her brow,
breath uneven,
her heart pounding like fragile thunder.

She stood in quiet stillness,
anticipation pooling in her eyes,
her gaze fixed,

And then, I felt it—
a rush of warmth blooming in my chest,
nerves tangling with wonder,
as if her words were rewriting my very being.

For a moment, time stood still—
and that was when
I felt spring in the winter.
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