in a clearing
far from men.
after the mask of day
has drowned in stars,
moonlight runs it's fingers
through our hair
and braids the strands out of our eyes
with violets and spring water.
twilight and roaring fires
blanket our bare legs.
spilled lilac wine
stains my denim shorts
and i catch a firefly
in the bottle.
the bambi and her mother
dance with us in the meadow
and a great owl
trades a feather for a daisy.
the crickets and frogs
nested in their riverbanks
call us sister
and sing us a song of the night.
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Meet Me in the Woods
Poetryassorted poetry inspired by nature, family and the life of a person who spends far too much time in her head. (sexuality, death and decay are alluded to or directly addressed in some of my poems. these poems are marked by "*" in the chapter title.) ...
