Wishes are berries plump Dewey in first light Raisin by sundown Silence speaking from ceiling fans oddly harmonious orchestra With chirping birds on window sills Shady rooms of amber light Cool to the calm mind Hot to the restless eye a honking at the gate someone impatient to be let in or let out footsteps sounding heavily a child stomping in glee or a stride of ringing finality no clutter, no dust, no debris empty of a childhood a house without soul in the minds eye a mothers finger extended for the childs grasp bushels of leaves nodding with vigour shaking off the wind a nesting crow humbling the world with its caring a plump berry falls star-spangled design dries up into a stain the joy of a long life weighed against a failing body, death the seed of lifes berries drying on the ledge preparing for life again and the rain comes lashing in evoking life and death rejuvenation, destruction, change a festive joy set to music devotion swaying to a tune incense trembling loftily I am happiness I am despair I am steady on my oar I am nature I am unnatural I am an alien spore From this black soil comes that green stem which declares spring like stones midstream thoughts straggle along from shore to shore watch that plump berry it pogo-es at the very tip of Natures song.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 09:31:43 +0000
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