(pomegratitude)

Bloody are the kitchen counters

Often are the picking flowers

Fruits and berries on a string

Dinner breakfast summer spring

When I saw her she was smiling

When I held her time was crying

Dark; the forest beyond the yard

Lonely; the time before the Bard

We found words along the mouth

We found birds above the youth

Singing for our generalations

Praying for our protestations

And lastly yet we both were bringing 

Notes of songs best lost while singing

We carried on with notion gone

And other creatures, they moved on

While we two, found among the earth

Fought and built our needed worth

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.