barefoot

cold cement
      damp grass
close eyes
       rustling of tree branches
inhale
       wet soil
look up
        sunlight
yellow. blue. green. gray.
I can feel
the earth move
I can hear
the worms fertilize the ground
I can smell
the storm moving north
even now that she is gone, my thoughts scream
stay.
stay.
but she goes
and her leftover breeze
chills me to my toes.
my tears never to mix
with her showers

m.s.