Sunday, March 6, 2011

In the Clearing...

Morning mists rise
from dewey grass
wet and long

warm breaths seen
vanish slowly
exhales prolong

stillness of reality
crisp serenity
refreshed

vision clear
from forest of fear
unmeshed

sun meets my face
warms
beckons

mind moves slowly
ponders
reckons

where to step
when
how

choices to make
later
now

eyes wide open
survey

path to follow
part to play

heart so free
feelings betray

my core joy

deepest ploy

walk of this boy

begins anew

Today

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