Saturday, 28 July 2012

shift




shift

the seasons are changing


golden fields cut low


in an ever changing dance


of life and death


birth and reaping


ideas sown and left


to  grow or die


golden light shafts through blue sky dawn


dust and barley scents the air


road kill crushed


buzzing


the air high


and sweet with decay


i hold you close


but need to let you go.


k.d  28/7/12



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