~~FlowingOm~~

Wait – the petal whispered as she lay down her powdery skirt and
Drove the willows away in a dream
People no longer
Grass so lush and green against her skin
I feel – I feel - she whispered and fell from the stem
It lifted her
This mother wind, this baby’s breath
No threat to
Feel the loosening embrace
About your neck
She said it again –
Wait -