Thursday 23 April 2015

everywhere all manner of circles

crossing over. liquid shimmer.
destined. determined.
 
what bliss the passive riverbed must feel,
ecstatic from the water's constant silken caress.
beloved.
 
the pungent scent of wild garlic stains fingers.
winged ones dance in colour.
trees sing in different voices.
a welcoming. all the births.
from non death bursting forth.
green unfurls in moist newness.
 
everywhere all manner of circles.

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