Casually warm and moderately inviting.
Through the ripples in the screen dew drops dangle on the trees.
The buzz of silence resonates in my body.
But I am not alone.
A wistful breeze sends a reminder to the trees
as four leaf clovers hide with fallen leaves.
The brushing of the grass is a mother’s gentle touch.
But I am not alone.
Petals catch the fallen pollen.
Clouds are ashen and smokey.
The sky is slate, it’s is getting late.
But I am not alone.
Pellets of rain hum cascading poems.
Wilted weeds whisper harmonies to the unseen sun.
Bare and hollow, sinking into oblivion.
But I am not alone.
I skim the grass with my fingertips.
A shiver runs down my spine.
I look behind my shoulder, in case it is a sign.
But I am all alone.