the bee

i saw you there; pulsing, trapped on the stone ground the chill too much for you to bear. i should have lifted you up, warmed you in my embrace… i was afraid to expose myself. i thought you’d left, but you were gone. body cold as stone. i carried you to rest beneath the blooms.

youth

i envy youth, but its an envy without bitterness and without any desire to relive my own youth. it is more of a reflection of its simple beauty, born of a sentimental nostalgia as i watch my golden-haired child play along the shore in the late afternoon sun. it is the magic and innocence that … Continue reading youth →