Tread slow around the old house
let the bones of this moment stir, set
see the irises turn – the lavender freeze
see how the grey gate waits for the touch
see below, still as a watchful nun,
the black cat under the observant sun.
Renée
Tread slow around the old house
let the bones of this moment stir, set
see the irises turn – the lavender freeze
see how the grey gate waits for the touch
see below, still as a watchful nun,
the black cat under the observant sun.
Renée