Odor of earth, radiance of greening things—
As if all I have to do is breathe
and the torch flickers to life again,
mirror-sheen on the surface
of a road washed by rain.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
Odor of earth, radiance of greening things—
As if all I have to do is breathe
and the torch flickers to life again,
mirror-sheen on the surface
of a road washed by rain.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
:-)
Lovely.