Wanting to dance

Butterfly-like,
Autumn kisses my skin.
It sighs and swelling recedes;

my limbs longing to bend again
like the stalks
dropping dry petals.

Summer ends stasis,
my daydreams are restless,
released like Lazarus
into a different breath,

a bluer Sun.

I run into the wind,
un-layering 
thick irritations 

And I see the falling of things
differently

Like who's to say
when the pine tree, the oak 
feels most itself?


C. LJ Ireton 2025.



















C. LJ 2025







C. LJ 2025

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