Leaving Home

crème brulee moon
sweet, low and golden in lavender dusk
over rolling hills
tilled and tended
heady the scent wet earth
and peppermint
in salt sea air
shadows of sunshine warmth
from the road
eddied on evening breeze
coy, toying wisps of my hair
caressing sweat-salt skin
as I push bare toes
into mud I do not own