slipping and zipping along

prayers drop from lips

sunlight and caffeine

driving me on ~

towards a rare face to face

no screen inbetween

mosaic of colors, last of green

rustle of corn, grass, and place

forgotten is black night~

honey and cinnamon catch-up

flesh and bone mash-up

not bubbles or emoticons

my heart beats light~

lips drip gratitude, wavy fern fronds

more prayers on return

zipping and slipping heavenward.

~A.M. Pine 🌲♥️