hands in earth
soil of
mother
still damp
rains have fallen
again
to stay here
maybe
but no
seasons will turn
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the sky folds of gray
light in patches
it might be dawn
it could be dusk
to return
a decision
eyes too quick
to answer
what was
now no longer
sun burns off
morning fog
i drink tea
and watch
today i will
paint the ceiling
it is a perfect
day for that
i can’t help
but dream of summer
the taste of humidity
on skin
but for now
i have tea to sip
and a ceiling
to paint
next year
i think to myself
i’ll taste humidity
on skin
night’s here
warm blankets
my body
& returning once
again
a still house
i wait
then you come
i tune the strings of my guitar
they resonate
almost perfect
now
there is something sweet
here
an empty house
and a melody
slightly
out of tune
fingertips
just touching now
no longer
the heat of summer
i awake to dusk
all is silver
gentle movement
the flutter
of an eye
scent is held
around fingers
you are here
come now
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