Joz-yyh

with gold on your fingertips, you paint the leaves as bright as your bones now carrying bravery, bright as the wings on your back, always abuzz or afloat or alight and never never backing down - my dear you are what the tide brought in, a piece of warm wood, a moment of sunshine and serendipity and here we are now, walking the same bridges of words, of wishing, and you: elbows painted with garlands, flowering and free from thorns, soft strength in the stems alone - how you grow with the brightness of the leaves, grow to bury your hands in tall trees, and carry wisdom tucked into the backs of your knees - you step on the snow and into sof