Her Embrace

The silence of the earth calls me 

like mother deer to fawn, 

morning dew has drawn 

licks upon the grass. 

Treasures and trinkets of brass, 

lie secluded beneath bare feet. 

Hues of peach and tangerine dare the feat 

of kissing the sky. 

The lips of tulips sing to me. 

Faes embrace the buzzing bees, 

whispering secrets and echoes of giggles as they flee. 

Cicadas tick like bombs in her palm, 

her poems breathe out intricacies of psalm. 

Butterflies compete in hopscotch, 

upon the petals of phlox. 

In two weeks, they'll die. 

The silence of the earth calls me, 

and she holds me.