an envelope hug
no elbows, knees
consuming.
sweet grass, hot
thick perfume in the air
sprouting along the road
grabbing at my bare
calves.
rusted ruts of red trail
worn by habit
and a sky as open as
Your heart
encompassing rugged pine
hills, turquoise waters
stretching to be one with the
sky.
and this feels most natural
young again
when the world made clear sense
spring turned to summer
summer to fall
sitting out in shade
smiling at lazy trees
and laughing breezes.
these moments of silence and stillness reverberate
reverberate
again and again and again.
the City has no hold like this.
nature- endless, endless
the beauty holds my soul
in a way nothing else
is Loved.
my soul is completely free.
love this.
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