A patchwork field of weeds and memories mighty oaks resolute as maggots writhe your voice & mine echo in distortions though puddles only reflect my face
Thunder claps and dead wood burns lightning strikes and rain sizzles it’s monsoon season in tornado alley and I’m planting saplings with absinthe & moon bearing witness
Seasons wax & wane but I only age my beauty growing in a straight line these trees have grown & they still sing your name
Leith Fae is a lover of all things art, to non-exhaustively include poetry, photography, music, and fiction. She can be found walking nature trails with her poetry notebook & camera readily available.