before the sun
the dog begs for food and i
warm my hands on a first cup of tea
it’s quiet here, in that pause
just between night and day
and the tulips grow
into all things unspoken
with pursed lips and
petty promises
i’m forever
falling for
because
dawn and now
are not the same thing
but when petals whisper
of hope and holler
who would i be
not
to listen?
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.
.
April 5th, 2017 at 7:07 pm
I loved the quiet and intimacy of this moment.
April 7th, 2017 at 11:27 pm
and the shape like a vase ~