Blush Fire Poetry by Kayla Drouilhet

slight blush…

the no rush of fingers

within my hair

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!