Trust the earth to cradle you
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Summer slips into the equinox and autumn awakens
The earth inviting the nightfall to linger.
The first morning she awoke to a sky veiled by the moon’s gaze
Dubious, unaware her days in solitude were racing against the hands of the clock.
The patter against the windowpane,
A choir so reminiscent the warmth of his chest burned her cheek.
Her hand reached as slumber slipped, hoping to catch him.
Only to be met by her own tepid skin.
The silence of an empty bed is never more deafening than in the hush before dawn.
Stillness shattered as the wind rattled and called her name.
Trusting the foliage to guide her,
leaves baptised in fire surrounding each step.
She thought about clutching all that laid before her to create a mosaic of his eyes.
And yet, they would not compare to how a simple look could blaze her.
But when the sunlight peeked through and kissed her cheek,
she remembered how soon the trees would once again be full.
As she breathed in, the petrichor cleansed her.
The earth called her name for a reason.
A sigh of relief,
To know each season is as passing as the breeze that carries her.
by Aisling King
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