Floss-silk

Her thorns are a mystery
each a sweetbrier
of history

With roots running deep
there’s strength
in her beliefs

She reaches for the sky
no rhymes or reasons
to justify

Thriving in a cold world
fighting for space
to unfurl

Bestowed by unique beauty
I find myself beguilingly
on duty

Barren of emotional leaves
yet still a formidable
tree, needs

Note: These trees are in my neighborhood, I’m not certain what they are, but Google indicates this is a  floss-silk tree common in California. 

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Beach day 🏖


I remember going to the beach
And how we stayed up all night packing
As if we were going for week

Loaded everything up in the car
Sans the kitchen sink on little to no sleep
Pulling out in the dark, yet it wasn’t far

Arriving while the tide was still high
The fog breathed heavy, fast asleep
As I shivered with blue and purple thighs

We set up camp at the waters edge
Wrapped in blankets waiting for the heat
Making a claim on premium stead