i picked an apartment with a view of trees

I picked an apartment with a view of trees

“nature is imagination itself�

- william blake

writing stories when I was younger always included a secret garden. somewhere only i knew, somewhere love would bloom. the girl who never held her hand up in class was bound to have a space like that, both in real life and on a page. after school that is where she would go, limbs melted into grass, skin fused with soil. her breaths syncopated with rhythmic rustling leaves in bushes and the scent of summer ran along the hairs on her arms, legs, between her eye lashes like gentle taps saying you’re alive. she was transcendent. dotting her eyes above her, she followed the light that peaked through branches and felt as if she was light herself, taking snap shots of the ground and the girl that lay below. palms to the sky, skin to the earth. the sky stayed awake for longer now. preparation is ubiquitous. before the sun loses one of her senses, her heat only visible not felt, unable to be enjoyed, only as an echo of digital clocks, she wishes to carry the warmth with her through the winter and admire her hidden behind translucent clouds. their conversations will resume next year. under the same tree, reborn of new arms hands and fingertips.

sweat coagulating in the lines of palms love fate heart sun head all the notes of life our fingers only wish they could play with the strings in my arms the ones that help my heart to beat like a drum the bass of pulses from hands on hips hands in the spaces marked reserved this soil I indulge in these feelings that escape through the gaps my rib cage may they somehow visit me when my likeness returns to heat

the wind is pleasant today the ground desolate of green spines

BRING SPRING BACK TO ME FOR I AM NOT AN EVERGREEN TREE

RELEASE TO CAPTURE WEATHER CAPTURE THE BRANCHES CAPTURE THE MOVEMENT I WISH TO IMMORTALISE

I WISH TO IMMORITALISE CAPTURE THE MOVEMENT THE BRANCHES CAPTURE WEATHER TO RELEASE

paths crumble beneath our feet

we're careful not to tread on hidden stigma in the grass

we bought too many plants at the garden centre

thin clouds dissolved ursa major sang to us sang the song of red hearts alive and amplified

there is a large tapestry on my wall of a variety of flowers and placed at every turn is a potted plant and I never knew I could love plants this much

I wish to pluck the moon from the sky and place her in a pot like a potted plant

go to the park it will make you feel better

we climbed to the top of this pile of boulders and the view was indescribable , but then we sat down, lay our backs on the rock and looked up even further at the sky

I picked an apartment with a view of trees

by candice daphne