Blush Fire Poetry by Kayla Drouilhet

the fire

in her blossom

morning dew

water weight on high oak leaves titmouse movement

you've got mail It was from you everlasting evening I should not smile but I have sunshine

burnt pies he laughs and only says try again

Blush Fire Poetry: I am a deeply passionate woman about poetry, writing stories, and photography! I could talk alll day about it!