Day 13

A single dancing blade of grass

harkening the wind’s caress

Flares amidst a sea of green

shines a beam toward my breast.

 

An inward breath, a thought unspoken

moment’s sweeter tribute chosen

desire abides that lingering token

Whispers something into me.

 

Then sudden, fierce banality

evaporates that cautious trust

through travel, task, and end of day

Remains the love of Nature’s touch.

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