elise.writer

There's a glowing white box
That just won't relent
Because one more thing will pop up
In the corner
Or maybe the left or right

When I write
When I communicate
When I photograph
When I watch
It's there

Deep in an earthy valley of roots and trees
Sat a small village of burrows and dens
Wildlife of all kind called the village home
From deer to fishercat to little house wrens

A happy family of white-tailed deer

It's a dreary day just before the official kickoff of summer
Flowers have already churned through their entire life cycle
Although some leaves and petals hold their core as the rain showers down

And even though you said you wanted it
You said so because you just wanted to want something but away your wants flit
For the sake of your own clarity and the sake of your own wit
You never said out loud that you did want it because

Some complain over their uncomfortable habit of crying even at "the littlest things"
They even shame themselves over their tears upon mere subjects that are spoken of