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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