String
I found a string this morning
Amidst the leaves
Near a bench
The air had that morning scent
A scent of autumn
A scent of stars
I walked to pick it up
Crunching leaves with every step
My scarf secures me with warmth
I squeeze the string
Longing to find you on the other end
Positively lovely.
Touching and warm with that nice little ‘hook’ on the end.
Longing to find you on the other end … is a very nice round off of this loverly short poem.