"ramson" poems
The fallen wild cherry tree
Lays sprawled over dewy ramson.
Perspectives drift as the light dances against the leaves.
A moment of pure, unadulterated beauty.
Found. Captured.
Gone…
Wind rushes suddenly with urgent desire.
Subsides.
Almost a touch. Warm skin.
So close.
Raindrops burn into the face, awake again.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC