We roll

We roll, over meadows and grassy mixture, among weeds and loose earth, on rich soil and grainy sand, pebbles and twigs, mulch and mud, pavement and dust We roll, tumbling down arching land, fumbling in grit and lush, caught in thistles and thorns, freed in the fragrance of grassy air Teased by floral wafts, eyes

Safe

Atop the green grassy hill during summertime, away from the shady trees below, behind the warehouse, against that warm tin wall, There lies a safe spot. Your open arms. The silence of your smile, The content in your eyes, the stillness in your seat. Embracing you my body sighs a massive wave of relief Clasped underneath