Sleeping

All tuckered out after a morning at the Bark Park with Daddy....


Check out those loooong eye lashes...

enclosure

my own children enclose me with softness
scent of sweet milk from the late afternoon yawn laced with strawberry somethings dried to plush skin.......inquisitive eyes.......questions emerge in untamed sequences
seeking closure to a puzzle newly formed

I want to bury the bulbs of truth deep.....just enough and not too far apart
in hopes for a full bloom

I want to break that soil in their hearts hardened from late afternoon years
to fine plate sand so love is what frees them from disappointment and toil

~ Ingar Brunnett