how gently you fell from the arms of one season of love

rustle of leaves bottoms up to catch the rain about to fall

suspended not knowing, not presuming still loving

climbing out of the crevices new growth  

missing home still seemingly unaware that home is right here  

stuck on this ledge i desire to catch the wind and fly away free  

the essence of self reflected in a tiny drop of garden dew  

dissolving in this moment of solitude – quiet strength