who
is this arm-weary
lady
tugging reticent frost-bitten
plants
from
the ground
and
why doesn't she seek warmth
from
the autumn-chilled air
before the sun
disappears
he
wondered
as he braved a closer
look
at the crest of the hill
"it's you"
"you're the why"
her heart
quietly smiled
in reply
~ ~ ~
he thought it best
to return
to the others
at the edge of the woods
~ ~ ~
this is part of LL Barkat's
please
feel free to join her
~ ~ ~
and it's all of you who visit
here
who make my heart smile as well