The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
— Dust of Snow, Robert Frost.
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
— Dust of Snow, Robert Frost.
I have not seen you in ages,
But I will still wearÂ
your laugh on my sleeve–
I will still say we are children,
and look at you the same,
knowing we came fromÂ
that known place times ago.
PoiganceÂ
We do lots of thingsÂ
We thought we’d never do–
We sing many songs we’d rather not.
We cry tears we cannot replicate,
We think unthinkable thoughts.
Goodbyes are so unfashionable–
Sad is not my style.
I liked you better with me,
By best, it will be awhile.
Newness
You tell me
I am yours.
You hug me
In mercy
or something like it.
You smell so uncertain
yet appeasing.
There is only
One thing
Like you.
Fever
Hearts are redÂ
And so am I–
We have been overdue.
Beneath the wingsÂ
of Hope and Trust–
There lies me and you.
The fear of love
is absent now;
Where love has become true.Â
20 words to describe my Portland adventure:
planes (like 6 total, cheers to jet lag)
coffee
people
gardens
food trucks  (2 words, whoops)
best friend (counts as one 😉 )
photography
rain
breakfast
forests
walking
green
trains
journals
ice cream
books
cafes
buses
prayer
love*
Enjoy these photos xxxxxxxx
Thank you, Portland!
XO-
E.C.