We wore the wind like a second skin
In the light of a March afternoon,
We stepped on the petals that dropped as we went,
And walked like brides in the spring.
karoline strickland
We wore the wind like a second skin
In the light of a March afternoon,
We stepped on the petals that dropped as we went,
And walked like brides in the spring.

White towels washed with lavender,
once,
weeks ago.
And today
their clean and blossomy scent
carried me clear across the sea,
while my baby slept.