I wanted it so bad
It made me really sad
But I withheld
And then:
“The hills so dry, so dense. the underbrush that where I pushed my way the giant hush. was changed to soft explosion”
Drip drip
Ruby red
Let’s go break some bread
And plant our lush Garden on a Homestead
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 
Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
June 9, 2026 at 6:02 am
With those dry hills you would long for the oasis of a lush garden
Kim of Glover Gardens
June 10, 2026 at 3:04 am
How delightful and light… I tripped along in this poem and enjoyed every skipping step.
baronessannie
June 10, 2026 at 11:34 am
Thanks!