Ghost Tea

House finch on yellow feeder
wind chimes twinkle 
announcing the start of 
backyard theater.

Hummingbirds flutter
sipping from hanging crimson.
Lizard stops to watch,
bees buzz in suspicion.

Berries, snickerdoodles,
giggles and tea.
Soft sugar scents and fine linen
a dish of honey.

Daughter and me.

It's for you, Mommy,
daughter says.

She passes a gift
sketched in pencil lead
of a ghost
holding its head...

It’s my story.
I wanna make scary things too!

Cuz, I love you.

written by kirsten curcio
written by kirsten curcio

Kirsten is a mother and wife. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, and loves nature, travel, art, and photography.

Ghost Human Bones offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond by Kirsten Curcio.
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