Bursting as birches do
I am left on my own
Out of town
Most of my life has just passed away in a bonfire

Blurrying as blushes do
I am staying here in the mess of woods
I’ll build myself a house out of
A sky so blown
As a rooftop under which I’ll carry on
Picture after picture

I guess I’ll just pour myself some tea
Under leaves and heaps
Over lush
Let me disappear in between
Let me connect until I liquefy into mud

Spread on a bark with a brush

Blent in with moist

(Reena’s whole article here)

This poem has been prompted by Reena Walkling’s picture – thanks to dVerse Poets Pub and their prompt of today.