Breadcrumbs

I leave my words here
like careless handkerchiefs
dropped in the grass
my scent lingering
until the dew of a new day
washes them clean.

Tiny morsels of my soul,
breadcrumbs on a path
that leads to my heart
and that birds pick up
with no remorse
or pity.

If once my words
reach hearing ears,
ardorous essence,
mournful sorrow,
or courageous genius,
likewise reaching out
seeking
something,
don’t leave without
a laugh
a tear
a touch
or something else
I’ve left for only you.

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Diana is a legal secretary with multiple hobbies and a job she loves. She writes and has completed her first novel about a psychic detective whose encounters with bad guys of all description include a few with supernatural powers. She also writes poetry, short stories, YA fiction, sews historical costumes, works on genealogy, cooks and bakes, knits, crochets, embroiders, and is in a band. She lives with her husband and two cats in Scottsdale, Arizona.

Contact her at Diana Terrill Clark.