It is a warm day today.
The clouds cover us and their humid breath Gives silver to the air just above us. The wind has been combing the trees For silver, The birches and poplars magnificent in billows, Petticoats of leaves revealing silver slips Along with the brambles and artemisias and all their relatives Wild on the Land. It is a living silver; the lively finery of the elements.
The clouds cover us and their humid breath Gives silver to the air just above us. The wind has been combing the trees For silver, The birches and poplars magnificent in billows, Petticoats of leaves revealing silver slips Along with the brambles and artemisias and all their relatives Wild on the Land. It is a living silver; the lively finery of the elements.
I drive down the road drunk in Spirit Breathing in the silvery breath, seeing what I hadn’t recognized before There! A line of Poplars, in finest silver! And again, I am encouraged to see there is beauty all around us Breathing;
Breathing in the silvery Breath..
Breathing in the silvery Breath..
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