the fabric of my bones
these places weaving in and through to you
where evergreens whisper, liken their leaves to call
in broken trails now enchanted, blushing blooms braiding to my heart
to ravens licking moonlight, in lush romantic song
the fabric of my bones
these places weaving in and through to you
keeping you close, keeping you whole
for me to remember, for you to kiss my soul
Blackmill-Gaia
Image by Brian Kirhagis
bones
to the marrow
the scarecrow in the field
the harvest plenty
reaping few
we all knew
anyway
lovely
~such beauty~🦋
Thank you for taking the time to read it and I’m happy you found it so! 🌹
I’ve just visited your site and couldn’t leave comments 🙃…so coming back over here to tell you I love your work! Your Monet piece, I kid you not, you wrote a true story there as I heard from a co-worker as to exactly how her parents met. You wrote it there precisely so 🌟
Oh wow…Thank you for sharing! You made me smile:-) 🥀
I was having challenges with my account and turned the comments off, but they are back on now hopefully.