I am... by Rosalie Sauceda

Rosalie Sauceda

rsauceda3 — 2023-11-28 21:30:46 UTC

"...the rose bushes at Ama's house that caught my fall off the bike with no training wheels."

2023-12-04 21:13:06 UTC

I am from the vineyard where the birds fill the morning air with their soft sound.

I am from the morning glories that wake up as soon as the sun comes over the hills, the pine trees that reach for the clouds.

2023-12-04 21:14:09 UTC

2023-12-04 21:14:45 UTC

2023-12-04 21:15:58 UTC

I am from the dried up mud that covers our bodies. ( Brown, slightly hardened, squishing together as I walk.)

I am from the berry bushes surrounded by wildflowers and tall grass, the Oak Trees swaying in the wind with water rushing beside it.

2023-12-04 21:16:01 UTC

I am from nighttime raccoon visitors and opossums in the yard.

2023-12-04 21:17:32 UTC

I am from sunny mornings filled with fog from the raspberry Rose bushes and the tall Palm trees throwing a shadow over the street