grey morning dawn

misty air

cat paw prints in fresh concrete

our apple trees grow small green apples

my heart grew from seeds

that bloomed for you

picking strawberries in a field

the certainty of dry earth

almost dust

a mountain peak on the horizon

white on blue

could be a painted backdrop

you smile to the moon

your pink four year old finger

lifted

to it in the blue day sky

my love radiates

a heart halo in the summer air