Poems from wildwise
… september
breath of lazy in the breeze
nuts
and berries dripping juice
dappled sunlight, ancient trees remembering -
old summer
memories...
squinting, smiling under the bold sunshine
running over the prickly pine needles
digging my feet into the fragrant earth
under a canopy of...
all the places you go
taste the history
breathe the stories
the essence
the air heavy with magic
take a sip of the soul of the land
then...