She gathers her thoughts…
 

bluebird petals and 

yolky fluffed blossoms

and small smooth stones set to sail in the sway of her apron pocket

while stamens whisper to her  in fluttering bumble bee breezes 

 about brunches and dew drops 

 and peace which cascades along warm ripples of  honey 

upon her sunlit hair

no worries, no hurries, 
no need 

to ever go back…