1 August

a walk in the woods

silent not stirred

lone bird, crows

Silver toes it all melds

together

I dreamed of you

and you aren’t mine

I have my love

however conflicted

He is too old for you

cold at night here

what else can you expect for late August – kids

going back to school

I will not be ashamed

except that I am

ashamed

knowing that everything

that comes out is beautiful

everything is part

of the perfection

a member of the story of life

(Scary) even on the Devil things

(fun) Philip’s devil pitchfork

not at all the same

My heart is on fire

My heart wants for you

I wrote him a love

poem

an I love you poem

If only my children would reap the rewards