
Slow Release
I've left the door open to your room the elm tree beckoning, through your window. I have left the door open so that I can watch the spring opening the leaves the slow release of buds which start off as gray specks to become hard buds and then become a tender green as if from some propulsion like fiddleheads a green so real like a parakeet. I have left the door open so that I can watch this slow opening of tiny leaves still, like luna moths so that I can bring you here back to me home to this house so like a tree house. Your eyes a gray amber green bless me
1 reply on “Slow Release”
Just beautiful. The repetition of “I’ve left the door open…” evokes a longing for the beloved to walk through, maybe they are just away for a spell but maybe they are away for good.