Winterberries

Here I am squatted by your grave, if you had one, I think this is where it would be. Tucked away from society, deep in the thick of tall pines and luscious green grass, with dancing wildflowers. Oh yes, this is definitely your space. I think you brought me back here once when I was…

Bells

dangle from the hem jingle, jangle jingle, jangle through clouds of dust and rose gardens jingle, jangle jingle, jangle nearer I can hear her coming closing the gap between jingle, jangle jingle, jangle little toes appear in my view she bends for a moment the light catching her curly auburn hair a blaze as she…