just because
he wasn’t strong enough
to hold you
doesn’t mean
you were too heavy
to be loved(cc, 2019)
in the mood to wake up in an old little cottage…. large warm quilts covering me and the person i love…. the windows touched by early morning frost and the world is pink and sleepy outside… i open the creaky door to see pine needles covering the ground, my garden sticky with chilly dew… im drinking hot chocolate and i have not a single worry.
Growth
Green leaves
bathed in soft light
grow tenderly upwards
trying to reach the sun above
in vain
