It's Still Life

Down The Path

we walk down
this rutted
summer scented road,
where
the harvest was blessed
by our loins

with good grace and of season,
though not as in salted,

and you sparkle
like the silver bracelet
around your ankle,
the one that you
bought at the May village fête,

and I take your hand,
our fingers laced,
knowing
day on day that
your belly swells.

for Miz Quickly’s “One Hand Washes Another” and shared with @Miz_Quickly and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021