By Grace Garvey-Hall, Saxifrage 38 Contributor
Lean in closer,
I’ll tell you.
Passion is pen and
Paper and words
Filling
Filling
Filling the page
Hot water washing away
Mud and revealing inspiration
Sore muscles
Heavy with accomplishment
My heart swinging
From sorrow to delight
Rediscovering melodies I once loved
My body pressed into yours,
Or is it yours to mine?
Crunchy sidewalk leaves
And the crisp apple of Fall
A cup of tea on my windowsill
A smile,
Better yet a laugh
Escaping
While I look the other way
Old letters
God.
A poem