I lay on my patio
A light refreshing smokiness
Drafts over my eyes and noseNot enough to squint
Not enough to scowl
But enough to tasteThe light chirp of a robin
the subtle shake of the green trees
Suggests to leave soonThough lush, the trees hide
In plane sight they yield
dead and baron parts aboveThey glow as the sun fades
Cooler and cooler
Farther and farther
The chirps die downNothing is heard but
the swoosh of fleeing Agela
The creaking of a swaying hammockThough calm I am frightened
As I always am this day
But today is one of uniquenessThere be but one bird left
Though I can't see it
I hear it crow above youThe clouds move away
to make room for a sheet of grey
Softly without rhythm cold spreadsA dot here
A sting there
Faster and faster
Warmth escapes meI do wish you hurried
The smoke now a thick sent
The trees are getting antsyI hear an owls hoot
Just one single call
A sign you should be comingMaybe you want to stay
Linger a little longer
I know how you feelThe insects fly past me
Even they know
Of the wind's callingTowering over me
Now is the silhouette
of leaves and branchesBack-splashed to an awe-inspiring hue
of violet and indigo paints
Washing out the oranges and pinksYet, you lay still
Nestled in the grass
Def to the birdies callThough the scenery has assuaged me
I believe if I leave my place
You will leave tooAlthough I know
You have already left
As you did years before
Leaving me in the place I now sit~A. Dreams
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Lost Letters
PoetryLost letters that will never make it to you. (In a weird editing process, please bear with it)