ouroboros

The air is cool and green. Car horns, now bird calls early in the morning. The night feels electric again, so many years since I've been home in Spring time. My roots are tingling looking at the horizon line and seeing the natural curve of the earth. It's elegant and lonely arching over itself again and again.

There 's a river and a forest and a field and a hill and a sprout and the air.

It 's the house lights dimming at 2 am when the barn light goes out and pitches black again.

It 's the shadows on the fence

It 's earth dirt calling to bust

It 's the aching potential of annual renewal

It 's Beltane blossoms arms arching over itself again and again

This, elegant and lonely

and the aching memory of now-ness

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