Consequences of HomesicknessPosted: April 10, 2013
This valley is blanketed In layers of green:
clovers, moss, grasses, weeds.
And lilac too – bursts of hydrangea.
I shifted over to the boulder,
The one with a bump for neck support,
The one where had often sat shoulder to shoulder.
There were kisses and fairy tales,
Mudpies, face paint – and a proposal.
But it’s no longer personal.