come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Blink,
A green bud burgeoned in between the armpit of grey tree branches,
Blink,
Veins of green leaf stretched out in bivouac under crystal rays of sunshine.
Blink,
Wrinkles engraved by good fights, through wind and rains, are witnesses and fellow travelers of this journey.
Blink.
10.10.2019
Lips of green tree leaves touch
On a peacefully quiet summer evening
Smooth sliver of wind loftily engulfs both
Holding each other softly close caressing
In darkness, their shapes dissolve
Wholly together, throbbing halves evolve
Into stream of movements, rumbling,
Rolling, and spinning together twinkling
A morning comes, a clear drew rests on
Each of their forehead, cooling off, or
Shedding tears, unexpected, unpracticed
Smiling into each other, satisfied.
6.25.2019
Ralph with Coffee 