Sunday 18 August 2019

On Nature



The world is concrete and metal
I need the smell of green leaves 
Or the touch of fur of a kindred spirit
To remind me of early earth
When God walked with man,
Man with animal,
And among all -
Streams laced with sun.
I hold on to glimpses of forest
To mist above water
When walls and roads
Block the sky
And confuse where I came from.



C. LJ 2019


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