Friday, August 09, 2013

Still of the heat and roseate light

Gold sunbaked fields
Fir's sweet incense
The zephyr that caresses
You breathed me in and held me

betweeen dusk and dark
Only releasing me 
when the crickets and first geese flight
Called me home

Blessings of roseate sunset light to all who read this.

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