May 1, 2008

  • Sunlight falling crisply on my face,
    stretching past me onto the grass;
    Clouds running through the sea,
    above me a fluid melody of breezes;
    Leaves tossing and turning,
    the brilliant spectrum of smells and sights:

    I hold them within me,
    sad to leave my heaven so joyously.

    11:35 am
    Moorhead, MN
    April 22, 2008