Pattering drops upon leaves
Innumerable in measure
Mute owl calls under cloaked stars
Each sphere a world falling to Earth
Little spells in runnels of time
Bathing and soothing my parched soul
From fatigued journeys
Across deserts of crowded solitudes

©Heather Coldstream


About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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