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,
sprinkling the land with roses
the unappeasable flavours of reason,
fragments  of truth to share
in days of uncertainty,
never kills our passion.


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