Adina Bari Writing

fruit and paint sit uncomplaining in the meadow

on a blanket, during an evening which looks to be getting golden

it’s romantic, and i think i may trust you 

you bring wit that could charm a lake 

and sweetness that whisks the cold 

drifting fluff, picked by the wind from a cottonwood tree

is surrounding me, and it is patient outside

sunshine, sunshine, you are so kind

i want to sleep in the glow of your warmth 

and finally ease into rest  

i dressed for the colors orange, red, and magenta just to see you 

and carefully fixed my hair with lavender

i’m waiting, i’m waiting for you to come 

it’s getting darker, and the storm clouds are rolling in 

with the cooling air beginning to undo my curls 

the paint is losing its opening radiance 

And our fruit is starting to go out of season  

i did not adorn for this 

i killed time for this

the hour strings along and you finally appear 

and we are now weathering a downpour  

petals falling with the raindrops 

with the colors melding into gray  

it’s tiring pretending this is what I wanted 

AG