Wordle 84

Scent of baby lotion,
fingers curled
on a silky blanket
soft and still.
Warm head cradled,
hips sway.
Laundry in a heap,
warm and dry;
socks fallen on the floor,
forgotten.

Eyes closed,
lungs fill
with end of day;
ocean spray,
flecks of gold
skim the sky,
cobalt cloud edges
smudge crimson,
then fade
into night.

Family Trees

Wearing sturdy shoes
and a faded burgundy jacket,
I walk in the autumn air
with my family trees.

My husband, the oak,
stands sturdy
ignoring phantom wisps of fog
weaving through the walls
of hard wood and dark leaves.
His roots reach into rocky soil
bending boulders to anchor deep.
His bark bears scars
from lightening strikes,
nagging woodpeckers,
and squirrels living in the hollows
of his trunk.

Kyle, the cottonwood,
grew fast, tall and narrow.
Limbs touch the sky,
leaves twinkle in the sun.
The roots grow deep and wide,
new shoots sprout
where his focus falls.

My daughter, the pine,
is evergreen, fragrant.
Long green needles cascade
down her back.
Pine cones feed squirrels
leaping in her branches.
Soft wood burns
warm and bright.

I am the sycamore,
growing by the brook,
cooling my roots in the damp earth.
My trunk peels,
exposing patches of grey.
Birds gather dry twigs and nest,
hidden in the spreading canopy
of dusty leaves.

Prompts: Sunday Wordle and Margo’s Wordgathering “metaphors”

Wind is Released

Ride a horse
Ride the wind
Wind that whistles and roars
Wind that whispers
Whispers of freedom
Whispers of abandon
Abandon stress and strain
Abandon chores
Chores like laundry
Chores choking time
Time with a curry comb
Time to saddle up and go
Go up on the rocky ridge
Go watch hawks soar
Soar on warm updrafts
Soar on wide wings
Wings that span the sky
Wings broad and strong
Strong as life
Strong as love
Love wild and wise
Love shining in a shaft of sunlight
Sunlight washing away worry
Sunlight glowing in my eyes
Eyes emerald meeting your
eyes blue sparkling sapphire
Sapphire mountain lakes
Sapphire autumn sky
Sky wider than the Pacific
Sky above sycamore trees
Trees whose leaves fade and curl
Trees that drop brown leaves
Leaves above green and gold
Leaves below dusty and deep
Deep ravines to cross
Deep shadows
Shadows lengthen and dance
Shadows deepen dusk
Dusk draws us home
Dusk’s last light brings chill
Chill creeping under my jacket
Chill blowing white wispy fog
Fog from horse sweat
Fog from our breath
Breath pulled in deep
Breath released
Released Relaxed Gone
Released from worries
Worries
Gone

Prompt from Poetic Bloomings for the form, Blitz.