soniacookbroen
grass
we walked through the summer as the dew caught the blades of new grass
we clung like reeds through fall as wind whipped the leaves bare from trees
winter came as we knew that it would in all her majestic might
with frozen tendrils and icy paths for us to walk upon
we walked unquestioning
because there was no question to ask
dawn and dusk folded into one another like pale sheets enveloping our bodies
until still in the morning
a thought began to blossom
it was of things left unsaid
things that exist only when we call upon them
for they are allusive
the thoughts manifested into words which trickled out of our mouths as conversations
and in these trying moments
I leapt for the words to define my heart
as that is my style
and so more is revealed between us
what I wanted
and you
whether these wants cross paths and take shape as the form of needs
begets another question
whether you would have all
of these parts
the petals
and the
stem
to be your own little flower
yet another.