Pure ~ A Collection of Poetry

I Am From

I am from moonlight, from dawn and dusk and star-filled eyes

I am from small candles, statues and rocks and collections of scarves

I am from whispered prayers to many gods, form the pond where the willow tree weeps for me

I am from soft grey fur and amber eyes, from pink padded paws and pouncing kittens

I am from flames, rising from the ashes of past defeats

I am from warm summer nights spent chasing fireflies on wooden bridges

I am from Cold Stone on a hot summer day

I am from oak trees, spread wide to show off their beauty

I am from hiking, from falling fire colors and crisp autumn air

I am from hot pretzels on a cold night, from laughing and running wild without a care in the world

I am from squirrels, darting up trees

I am from dirt, the smell of fresh turned soil so enchanting

I am from fresh-picked blackberries, so tart in contrast to sweet, cool spring water

I am from waterfalls, the rushing sound that makes my heart beat faster

I am from orange pine needles, pricking my fingers as I braid them

I am from raw, untouched beauty