A Chocolate Sky
She pulled down bits of leaves
weaving them into clothes
under the walnut tree that had shaded her,
its sap filling her with stories.
She lay in grasses,
feeding veins to grubs beneath a chocolate sky;
each day, the sky migrating to oranges and yellows in its passing.
But when the sky turned red, she hid behind her eyes
turning over thoughts
until they sifted through the air in front of her,
sticking onto cheeks and lips.
forming and reforming in the wind as she turned
her thoughts toward home
for the sun to pull its way
to the ground beneath her.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt