silence under the ever-blossoming trees
in my garden, quiet and languishing
soft grass imprints my footsteps
warm air absorbs my breath
each exhale speaks of you
each gesture a codified message
quiet and languishing
I lay my head on a pillow of moss
ears to the ground
to hear you approaching
ivy spiraling 'round my wrists
as I lay here in waiting
roses leaning to my hair
a crown of patience for the eager head
as I'm counting the hours
the days the weeks
cradling the flames beneath my skin
keeping ears to the ground
in my garden that went quiet
where the air is longing for you
under the ever-blossoming trees
where you are always welcome
Sid Saturnicki, 10012023
quiet and languishing
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