Stitchwort hedge

The drafts of old love letters

Fluttering in the bright May morning,

It is

All here

Forgotten and neglected

Kissed and forsaken

Dreamt and undreamt

Licked and chewed

Through many digestive tracks

Hope

resting in birdsong

peace

resounding in the moment

uncertainty palpitating in all the edges of the past

Life

Resting into soft shoulders

Carried by connection

Swiftly

incisively

The knowing is felt in all our bones

Fresh falling leaves

Somewhere

Leaves are falling

As a mark

Of how I carry my heart

Somewhere

Grace is carried

through the soft cold air

In a falling leafs

Curl

Somewhere

The touch of the

Distant call

Releases

A spiralling

Playful leaf

Somewhere

Unknown

The fresh falling

Passage of my desire

Trusts

The cold air

Upon the leaf