• alexeliddiard 10w

    Warm night wind tugs at my hair,
    Ants skitter across my hand.
    How long until they find me?

    Golden leaves catch on my clothes,
    Cold mud cakes my back.
    How much longer until they find me?

    Frost hardens on my fingertips,
    Snow settles between my lips.
    Will they ever find me?

    Wild flowers tickle my toes,
    A honeybee sits on my cheek.
    I hope they don’t forget me.