bits of love

This is how I feel.
A question mark here and a question mark there.
And how, may I ask, do you feel?



hiking through morning fog
(and stumbling upon hidden treasure)



drifting away on cloudy days
(and getting the bench all to yourself)



peeking out to islands and oceans
(with no one there to peek back)



burying myself in maps
(with the rumble of the tracks beneath me)



playing in fields of clover
(and clover graced faces)

milikin, amanda white, ikebana, maus, colour lover