something was coming on
you felt that
something was coming on
when you finally reached
the back yard
a poem
a string of feeling words
a hard-to-describe color
an urge to move a paint brush
the wind was whispering
in your hair
and the sounds of evening
began to echo through the air
there was warmth inside
but there were wild callings
to stay out
to catch the last puffs
of glowing sunset clouds
a feeling of completeness
but of what?
2025