jillypoet: mom trying to write

Each day I wish I had invented waterproof sticky notes (for shower inspiration) or pen-friendly diapers to get down all my quirky thoughts that I am sure are relevant and publishable. And so God (actually another writer-mommy) sent me The Blog.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Four seasons, twenty years past

You fell into me like sweet summer corn into hot melted butter.
After the first red leaf fell I knew you were a tree to climb swiftly.
Snow melted on our tongues while our hands drew circles under wool sweaters.
In Spring, all of life pokes painlessly through ice and earth: grass tips, your lips.

And a bonus sentence...
Kissing underwater, sharp stones and snail shells steal my breath from your lips.

2 Comments:

Blogger Kimberley McGill said...

These are truly beautiful lines.

9:30 AM  
Blogger polka dot witch said...

wow. (not very profound of me, but i'm sticking with it: wow.)

2:11 PM  

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