fall
my belly touches the cool
floor
fall and pickles and apples on the walk
everywhere a chill
i crawl further away from bed leaving breath from excessive effort all along the boards;
those old trees, memories stripped but I remember
the forest claps her hands when with
eyes closed i venture
up on all fours
leaping from here into green
I love poetry especially yours because it always brings me to myself. YES, I feel that. YES, I didn’t even know that was available to feel! What bounty of humanity here, brought forth by YOU, amazing you.