canopies of moss
coat the heirlooms of blooms
as knowing petals, much wiser than she
wander upon the forest of green
unhurried steps kiss the soil
as earthen creatures awaken
to follow her through the seeds of time
she sips the wind, a wise friend to the shade
for the lust of the sun is but a myth here
a singsong to her soul, she bows to the call
as narcissus blades and violas dance upon the rivers edge
burying her head into springtime’s perfume
the minnows peek and birds rest their wings
to catch a glimpse of she,
their persephone
Emancipator/Natural Cause
-just breathe-
