An echo and a dream ride South upon the fair North wind…
Faint strumming the harp of my heart
Setting forth a fluttering of fears that flock
Flying up like startled starlings
Feathers flapping to frustrate
The sight of soft acceptance
Of slender summer-gold
At the end of spring’s reign.
Shimmering muse
An everyday goddess
The kind you find when seeking
Nothing at all.
She dances just out of reach
In tall secret fields of yellow wheat
In young dappled woods of fresh leaf
With ages yet undisturbed by promise
To rise towards the light,
The source of life and love
To grow into our skins and soak it in.
An echo and a dream ride South upon the fair North wind.
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Joe Blogs, 2022