Mar 27
Soft hush
a lilac hush,
spilling from heaven’s cufflinks.
Dust-throated wind,
draped in violet lace,
forgets how to whisper.
Once,
a petal kissed my wrist,
feather-light, sugar-spun.
(It melted before I could love it.)
Beneath the boughs
time folds like an origami swan.
A child presses footprints into fallen silk,
calls for lullabies.
Glittering
a secret only the butterflies know,
written in ultraviolet sighs.
Stay.
Stay.
But the season is shifting,
jacaranda knows no permanence.
A lilac hush
soft hush
dissolving into sky.
a lilac hush,
spilling from heaven’s cufflinks.
Dust-throated wind,
draped in violet lace,
forgets how to whisper.
Once,
a petal kissed my wrist,
feather-light, sugar-spun.
(It melted before I could love it.)
Beneath the boughs
time folds like an origami swan.
A child presses footprints into fallen silk,
calls for lullabies.
Glittering
a secret only the butterflies know,
written in ultraviolet sighs.
Stay.
Stay.
But the season is shifting,
jacaranda knows no permanence.
A lilac hush
soft hush
dissolving into sky.
The ground is a love letter
written in violet, waiting for rain.
03/04/2025
Jacaranda's have bloomed in my school.
Farewell :(
written in violet, waiting for rain.
03/04/2025
Jacaranda's have bloomed in my school.
Farewell :(
