Still a growing thing
Blades of grass swaying this way and that in
Uncertainty
You - scratchy tree bark
Withstanding the strongest winds
Wrists entwined in sunflowers
Still unsure of so many things
Nymph giggles down by the creek bed
Carried away so easy by just
A light breeze
Leaves carried away
Confidence lasting only while spring is here
Seasonal certainty
Warm mornings smell like being free
Golden petals
Soft under fingertips
Reaching with blooming hands
Touch my thigh
Bare feet in soil
Stories of past winters
Under new
Sun beams warm our backs
Fuzzy heads and afternoon naps
Still growing things
Sprouting in every conversation
You make me want to be better
Without asking me to hate myself
