Growing Beautifully Old

Because that is love,

When my beaten wrinkled skin is still caressed by you, 

And your gray smoky hair is my loving obsession. 

When we are lovers, may we dance under the full harvest moon,

And pick pumpkins,

At old wellwood orchards. 

Isi Gibson

VT

14 years old

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  • Old Skin

    Fall had come, and close to its end, it approached. The air became brisk, with winter awaiting in the future, and as a girl wandered down the sidewalk, autumn's old skin shifted through the air above her maple hair.

  • I

    Take my hand, 

    And let your other hold on to a kite that is a

    Shooting Star.

     

    The harvest moon will rise above us,

    as we fly,