~ today,

{the sound of her footprints

the rubies she brings}

is our footfall over crumpled leaves, a canopy of maps{that adorn the bare trees like a waterway of river fissures or the contour of an oceanic tide}, our world a whir of colour & a wealth of form, patterns, pieces, the ability to envision what could be through exersion & labour, putting loveliness into the trudge, & the laughter of babies.. .

sending wishes upon the wind & whispers through the treetops for you tonight!!! (hugs!)