everything illuminating from Microspirit by Frail Talk

Gardening softly while my
Roots untangle and I
Pick a tomato out so
Everything illuminating here.
Riding my bike so slowly,
Watching the sky turn bright pink,
Feeling the warm sun, partly,
Everything illuminating here.
Walking the dirt road gently,
Lane of orchard memory,
Cradle the teaspoon day-moon,
Everything illuminating here.
Green house on the corner,
Little blue house next door.
Tossin’ tales back and forth,
Poetry on your porch.
Seasons like a whirlpool,
Purple plums and toadstools.
Apples and all golden,
Then the cold so sudden.
Won’t you cook me dinner?
I’ll queue the wax spinner.
Opening up the windows,
Begging for me not to go.
Telling me little jokes and
Telling me to stop smoking.
Everything is open
Everything is golden
Everything

• Folk
• Fort Collins