I wander up long cobblestone stairways overgrown with the Cupid’s praying hands & curled locks of English ivy
my bare feet coming translucent to the deep cool of winter’s bones melting in the youthful chartreuse waistcoats of new grasses’ playful tufts by & by the hill swells & breaks like a wave into a delirious froth of cherry and plum blossoms and our orchard tumbles down the other side like a million snowballs frozen in motion it splashes into a dark current of forest, as the sun dips low in spring’s tangerine sky An inhalation begins and I think of you I follow the powdery lilt of blossoms and magnolias ebbing & flowing in the evening air Meandering wood paths carpeted with tiny bells of ochre & petals soft as the sunrise’s first clouds, and laced with burning nettle A late-to-bed wood bee, with his fuzzy fat bottom, urgently ducks and seeks solace between cast-off leaves on the orchard floor as a strobe-light flick of bejeweled brown wing appears, silently snapping invisible curfew-protestors from the air I fall head over heels and run circles in my heart I think of you Doves jostle in their roosts overhead, spill from treetops and dissolve into the dark forest below sleepy bees wander homeward, pockets heavy with pollen, giddy & softly drunk overflowing the threshold of their honey boxes above, an arc of evening song still echoes - a mad orchestra of birds throwing their hearts toward the sun’s farewell and the blood thrum of the Earth’s heart beats electrically beneath my soles I think of you My bare legs swing out from the weeds at the edge of the orchard field, tangled with nettle, and a hitchhiker rides on my toe brown and shiny as a nut, curled up, he slowly raises his head to peer at me with mushroom stalk eyes, as if waking from a dream and then lays a silvery trail across my skin, a tattoo, or a kiss I leave him on a dandelion at the edge of the stream, where the water is shockingly cold & clear when it rises over my ankles my breath hesitates & starts again I think of you Copyright 2020 Amber Jade
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