Blue Threads

Hemmed in my heart

Threads of childhood

Bloom in humble blue

Delicately laced decay

An intricate skeleton

Weaves stillness

Into the air

Tender and fragile

Innocence holds

Song and

Dreams and

Home and


In a neglected bloom

A miniature meadow

Whispering praises

Of remembrance

To my soul

3/2020 These tiny blossoms grew in the school field I played in alone on recess. They remind me of the beautiful memories I have, the feel of the early spring air and the sunshine cooled by the clouds. The feeling of peace and of a child's lack of perception of time smiles at me from each bloom's face.