"Write your sins on
Apples still hanging on a tree.When they fall away,
So do your burdens
(There are no apple trees
In Lost Cove. I've tried
This with a plum tree, and
An avocado tree so far
Sill burdened)- Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun
Now, just let those
Sins and burdens fall;
Loosen your slender dress.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}