Sunday, 10 August 2014

Fertility.



I do like the smell of the earth,
that casts thoughts free from shadows dark corner,
uncertainty released from beneath a shifting sky,
pouring protection, down with the summer rain,
to moisturise and nourish, beyond whitewashed walls.

There is  evidence of magic, I see it as it covers life,
with all of its sweet juices, richness sinking, deep beneath roots
from the clouds inspiration is sown,released onto parched soils,
watering the garden with an active force called love.

In fading twilights and dirty old towns,
this rich taste of tomorrow,
sprinkles the land with roses,
the unappeasable flavours of reason,
fragments  of truth to share,
in days of uncertainty,
mugs us with kisses,
never kills our passion.


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