Ethereal as the seasons -- soon there will be figs & then persimmons and
somewhat-long-gone, asparagus.
All those words forgotten, misplaced, mispoken. And all those apt, simple words -- brimming with awe.
Dinner tonight with friends not seen for a decade.
Palpable
is
the ethereal.
cp
ReplyDeleteshe was/ will be
(her birthday today)
riding horses
wishing for something
leaving people
following into hereafter of broken--
clouds would summon that memory