Your Embrace Still Echoes

We walked into lenticular clouds, where parrots dance in rhythm with bygone seasons, feathers replaced by celestial embers, we chased after their meteor trails on our final evening. Our gazes skyward, avoiding each other's glance, your birth is marked by peaches bursting with blossom, under a canopy of fresh asphalt and tar, your tiny fingers grasping at nature's resilience, one palm of mine can enclose two of yours, and up until now, the ebony trees remind you that you've reached this far. Even in your earliest hours, strength defined you, clutching thistles, the sun setting aglow, hitting your hazel eyes like honey dripping, recollections of our celestial threads adorning your shoulders, mica shards sprinkled by smiles exchanged, not enough jars to seal the essence of summer's skies, I yearn to savor those celestial remnants until the winter sunrise. There's a spread of your favourite PB&J's over on warm bread, resting upon my kitchen, like a warm hug from the back, while I wait for our tea party, residual traces imprinting the knife's edge, kitchen sinks echoing the night's cool breath, stars showered upon us, a warm, luminous embrace. ~inspired by: Summer Haibun | Aimee Nezhukumatathil