Full of Light
We sat under the cherry tree,
lost in its leaves, lost in green,
our fingers stained ruby.
Fill 2 bowls for a pie, Mum said.
Those days, layered between clouds,
it was a time to embrace. It was
as it should be. Full of light.
for Twiglet #278 ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter