~Wisteria~

Another round

Down the

Rabbit hole

When I wake up

Roughly, the rough draft

The sunlight reflecting

Never trust

Someone in 

White loafers

Promises broken

Tired of monotony

That strange red ball

In the sky

The air around me

Seems way

Too still

I’d like

To cash that in

For a fresh breeze

After a rainy morning

Fog Filled with

The golden crunch of leaves

Beneath my feet

Time is

Sleepy lately

Like the climbing wisteria

Hauntingly purple

Outside my window

Movements and hours

Captured in suspension

                                                                ~Sarah Mahina Calvello