I have flowers beneath my skin
Paper petals
The memory of touch
Sinking in
Long ago
The aroma of earth
Is lodged in my nose
It travels to my brain
Recalling me again and again
To a childhood of bare feet
Red dirt
And the crackle of leaves
Dodging burrs
It’s September
And the wildflowers are out
It’s calling me home again
I’m going
Life is too short
Droughts too long
Not every September blooms
And I have faces to kiss
Shared chuckles
I miss my brothers
So
I’m going home
Awww I ❤ nostalgic memories from childhood lime the ones you described. I could feel autumn breezes kissing my own skin as my sister and I jump into leaf piles and runaround our front yard playing imaginary games❤ beautiful Kate🙌
Thankyou Maria
I love the poignancy and the warmth in this verse. Beautifully written, Kate 🤗❤️
Thanks Yassy – nothing like a road trip home
So beautiful !!❤️❤️ seasons bring back memories in my mind too, there is something about the smell …and the feel of the air … This is such a beautiful poem Kate ❤️
Thanks Andrada
Love it!
Beautiful poem! You really took me back in time!
Such a beautiful poem, Kate ♥️ Lovely memories.
Thanks Katy always lovely to return home.