morning glories

the metal clicks quietly.
suggesting that someone
has opened the bright red door.

It shuts rather quickly too.
leaving goodbye
suspended in the air for her
to catch when she wakes with
the sun.

Its early but the boy leaves at
dawn. as the gears in his mind have
just begun

the morning often goes like this

to the soft sound of the city
she'll wake. pour herself coffee.
eat cereal on the steps
outside. and watch the
morning glories
breathe.
--------------------------------------------
p.s. i'm back
p.s.s. you look fetching in that shirt

remedy

A kaleidoscope of shadows
caught in between the day

where sunlight hits their faces
and turns it all to gray

this person has potential
that you can not see at night

for people all seem hidden
without the touch of light


x   yours truly

3/16/16

there were no question marks threaded into her indigo sky.

the birds are going home

soon. North.

Once again we've begun to melt. 

Our icy words turning into puddles.

and the leaves that we caught from

the fear that they might dissaper, 

have finally fallen apart.

so maybe here is where it really begins

with young hands and seeds.

xArielle

grow like wildflowers dear