04 April 2015

on the ridge

the silence is alive
fitful breezes tease the grass
fat grey squirrels plunder conifers
the dusty trail bakes in the midday heat
distant motors sound like a memory
forgotten noises from another world
sparrows dance in the blue
riotously enjoying the bright sun
butterflies flit lazily from bloom to bloom
and my heart drifts along

thoughts and prayers
dreams and fears together
another year past

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