on this day

my sense

got lost

next to you

the sea of gold

grasses waving

to the wind

the mint green meadow

caught my wandering


on this day

I rediscovered

drank in

cornflower blue

scarlet roses

pink poppies


lilac hues

my being

on this day

I took a bite

morning dew

tasted true

a frozen crunch

beneath my feet

a droplet

white vinaigrette

an icy rain

bantering with my tongue

and a mushroom silence

rides velvet alongside

a joyous apple heart





J. D. Carlston

Human hacking the boundaries of experience. Creatrix in the Matrix making hay wending wyrd. Twitter:@jdcarlston, IG:@r0zm4ddr, (they)