There’s a secret in heaven
In the vines weaved through the overcast
Of a leafy canopy
Someone sleeps in the gathering
Of rain puddles and
Drips like the liquid
In an IV
They say,
Someday
We will be free
From our lost ideals
And speak the last words
We can muster
Someday
We will hear them floating in the
Particles of the wind
And become the stories
That the earth
Tells to the stars

I wish
her scars were on my heart
and not on her arms.

Bird fluttering by my window
Squirrel stopping to look my way after feasting on nuts and treats left by the tree
Our Two year old niece being kissed by a nine week old puppy to her delight
Walking hand and hand with our nieces grown and small
Awe, Sigh, and Grateful moments

C@rainbowchaser2023