
let it go

let it go

travel through time
fly at midnight
dust the pollen from fragile wings

he was silent

she was here, and then she was gone

tea shed
ginger biscuits
mended linen
watermelon party
warm brook
snowdrops
peeking crocuses
oak apples


the sunflowers stood tall in a mason jar on the table,
eventually stooping and growing tired,
making their withered way to a small porcelain dish,
we admired their frail and fragile beauty

he dreamt in layers,
in waves–
in the space between breaths,
between words,
between ragged heartbeats

“Inspiration is the unforeseen quantity, the muse that assails at the hidden hour.”
Excerpt from Devotion by Patti Smith, 2017

time caresses her gently

one look, and she came undone