let the grasses bend
softly against the surface
pressing close the green
reclines the weary tenement
washed in subtle shadows
barefoot and watching
while thunderhead dances
with tempest thoughts
billows parade the view sublime
receives infinity’s caress so
whimsy may tickle reverie’s hand
make light the pending wonder
Ah, I love it!… it started with a choice title, “dances”…. a new window is open and the light out there is clear, go to it!…
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