A.W. Books & Poetry

Buttercup fields in a meringue scene

If I wander here,

will you stay with me?

Shadow specters behind the trees

Knee deep in amethyst weeds

I can’t lie, you terrify me.

Come and go like spring

Haunt me with your everything.

Time stalks prey it has wounded deep

Icy eyes watching from glassy forest streams.

Looks so familiar but tastes so foreign to me,

Like that place at the end of the green,

Haven’t been there in years

But it’s home indefinitely.

So, follow me there like you do in the Spring

And I’ll paint each dusk for you with a feather from a dove’s wing.

~Annalise