Lucky Bug Magazine

I walk by decades under the canopy of a century
I step over my fallen seasons on my way to new memories

I had moss under my fingernails
and muddy scratched red knees
I followed all the deer trails
my dogs kept their eyes on me

We hid in broom straw, we jumped over creeks
The wind pushed our backs as our legs bent to leap
We rode fast horses, armies chased us up the hills
and turned around and faced them with our trash-can lid shields

The century’s seconds always turning me from spring to fall
My hair catches on the branches now I’ve grown so tall

I step backwards underneath my canopy of a century
I kneel and try to breathe in the seasons of my memories

I want moss under my fingernails
give me my muddy scratched red knees
Where is the deer trail, I just can’t see
My dogs were always close behind me

Tearing through the broom straw, diving into the creeks
The wind won’t remind me how I used to leap
I asked where are the horses, but the hills won’t speak
Trash-can lid shields and armies are all I need

Lila Casati is from Richmond and Pamplin, VA. She love to write poetry because it helps her process her thoughts in a creative way. She got inspired to start writing in general from Tove Jansson and Anthony Doerr novels, such as Moominland Midwinter.