Just past the hill Where the shadow falls The bed runs dry The grasses bend Under my cracked feet Landing on a cold Soft pillow Fresh My senses Awoken From their slumber I ingest everything Surrounding me Stopping And gulping A deep breath Starved For the energy Given to me In this Second Of awareness
A swollen old tree, Blue and Smokey. Where a knot, extended Splits into the ground. A Home, a muse. Beauty not built, But shaped by opportunity. It holds a place Living a lifetime Right off the wayside. Do you notice, Or would it pass you by?
Smooth Running, On and on and on... ~~~ Horizon stretched tight, My heart pitter patters. A blip, Up and down, Up and down, And again. ~~~ A calming Sense of length. Streaking by On a rider’s Journey. ~~~ Yours and mine, But a dash. Continuing to travel Long after we’ve Ceased. ~~~ The rill of … Continue reading Lines – June 22, 2019