Nostalgia
It actually felt really nice
to sit here and write
in my old spot
I watched a bee buzz between my knees
a flock of crows all sang out at once
the moss cooled the spot I sat
and the sun on its way to set
warmed my skin
with her arms outstretched
she embraces everything
for night fall is closing
in the dark cold she will miss us
so with one final warm squeeze
she slips away
This poem is about:
Me