The delicacy of light shines
between seed and stem
within trickles of mist
and earth
that warm bare feet;
petals interlace
to form
that perfect perfume.
Kiss away the “newness”
and the old
of you & I
as we weave vows between us
to hang on to
when love
is the single thread
that remains.
~day one of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National poetry month!)