Paper Love

Lilies gripping slices of the sky
In their honeyed fingers.
The moon-eyed trees shedding their skin
once again.

The dented stone ravaged by vines
Leaves clutching the wind, loosely,
quivering against each other.

Hearts throb with the wind,
The owners of these hearts,
Do not think of them as
Insignificant

They clamber up the rigid branches
And contemplate the glassy rain

Faded smiles trembling
In the shadows
Invisible

Puddles

And frothy mud
A gust of wind
A breath

The horizon
Crumples
Rips
Collapses
Splits
And sticks, unforgiving, to the wet soil

Paper garden
Paper hearts
Paper love

Alice Bellan