by H. 7 months ago in nature poetry

forest poetry

image by baslee troutman

my heart pumps red, but not like you think

like the red dirt road leading to my favorite pit of a lake

like red fall leaves crisping in a beautiful death

like red buds on a nameless wildflower

like red sunset streaming across the sky blending bold

like red flashes of paint on the decorated train cars as it flies past

like red cheeks from racing to catch a glimpse of the bird stirred up my footsteps

like red wine droplets staining my favorite hiking tee

like red gasoline prices lit up saying I can keep driving as long as I need to

like red tender kisses in the tent or dirt or sand

red like that, you read right

nature poetry
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