someday soon, we
will be the ashes
in the eye of the
moon
we will be the game
in the foxes teeth
he tongues and
hides within his hole
we will see the dusk
in the archers sleep
and be the feather napping
in his cap
we will know what
lies beyond the mirror
and see the yarn
that holds together seas
we will stow away
on soft winds to Greece
where like our own memories
wonder is buried in shades of shame
I will fold winter
into summers skirts,
march into the castle
of the milky way
smiling
stealing the ice hearts
and black eyes of
snowmen
and we will be free
words = samantha lucero 2016 ©
image = not mine.
samantha lucero 
Hypnotic imagery.
Thank you. 🤓
Reblogged this on Secret First Draft and commented:
Sam Lucero, Amazing piece!
“I will fold winter into summer skirts,” lines like that are the reason I geek out over Sam’s writing.
😸 maybe I’ll have time to write tonight. If the little ones crash early.
Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
We are very partial to the work of Sam Lucero, to say the least!
Love this piece. Sam continues to amaze me.
I saw this from a reblog… Amazing! 😃
Thank you. I’m very happy when somebody’s touched.