Hey, September
slow inhale of the scent of chlorophyll,
bits of verdant debris scatter.
a clean mow over grass,
a clean trim of green,
spills earthy frangrance
like ink diffusing in water.
shredded clouds drift
across a grey marbled sky.
a mechanical gurgle glides
over juniper falls and cobalt berries,
under autumnal winds spiriting
quiet serenity. slow,
the evergreen foilage breathes me in.image: via Juniper Hollow (farm), Kansas. http://juniperhollowfarm.com/index.html
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the gravity that holds me
Poetry"you are my center, you are the gravity that holds me" * a collection of poetry