traces
as the yarrow starts to bloom again i follow the deer path
through the century of cottonwoods and willows along the lake
days float like milkweed seeds just beyond my grasp
silence is elusive now i must walk with the deer at the edges of twilight
ever watchful silver sage lines my heart chambers beating wildly
not in sync warblers warn flying back to a simpler peace
the way it used to be finding you in ancient oaks still standing
clouds spill clouding your reflection but i see you
an apparition, a whisper in the wild, traces of love
©️-Aubrie-2026











