Friday, August 16, 2013

Le Sacre

time held me
full fresh lush
and green in
vibrant spring

songs ring to
a silent pulse
throbbing beneath my feet
from a presence
sensed unseen

a heady perfume
rides on air
from blooms diverse
is size and hue

the pungent loam
of pened soil
yields a generous bounty
of fruits from
a fertile earth

I am one
among all that
passess touching time
as light and
the illusion of life