Little Hints

Thumbnail image lovingly appropriated from What Kinds of Seeds Are These? by Heidi Bee Roemer and illustrated by Olena Kassian

There is a tune implied by this place. There is a softness in your face. I sense your golden eyes and your incredible size. How long has it been since I’ve seen you? Or have you been here all along? I have the feeling that I’ve known you. You’re the singers of my song.

Learning to give a little more space for you. Learning to wait a little longer. I’ve been so loud my whole life. I can’t be loud any longer. Just don’t have it in me.

Rosemary has periwinkle flowers. There’s lavender in your hair. The scent of mint is in your fur. These are things are hints of who you are.

I love you so much. I love your spacious touch. I love your soft cloud of being.

Can we be so direct with each other? Or are there too many risks. I sense we’re finally a little bit alone together, but there are so many risks. I’ve been apart from you for so long. But I know so long is only in time. Just want to stay here singing songs, parsley sage and thyme.

Rosemary has periwinkle flowers. I could smell your lavender hair for hours. The scent of mint is in your fur. These are little hints of what you are, big star.