cirrus lilies
flit across the pensive ripples
with nothing to lose
their worries no longer
than a fire weed’s wisp
of breath in wind
so gently they glide
and leap through the pods
of starlit moon blossoms
belonging nowhere
but to stories
not yet spoken
oh to be a cirrus lily
feeding on cherry roses
trodding never more
By Megan
Love it Megan! Love you,
ReplyDeleteKylee