go where sun meets
earth, under oak trees
warmed by summer’s
last breath. gather
my limbs, bundling
tight my fragility
and budlike body
until moon sighs
starlight, signaling
nature’s end of shift.
hang me by strings
near warm yellow
fabric until withering
i transform, forever
locked in wild
fragrant splendor.
*90/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine
This was EXCELLENT! Thank you! ❤️
Oh, thank you for the kind comment! Have a great day.
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This poem is a poignant call to a companion to perform a final, tender ritual of gathering, transformation and remembrance. The imagery, as always, is powerful.
So glad you liked this one. Thank you.
Ah, a nice descriptive one. But you worked a little star magic in it. Nice touch