Poetry

Earthing

Walk on ground as the
mud squish in my toes and
I must close my eyes
to see flowers in my head
as sun sustains life again


One of hope I think. As we do approach a new season things still look bleak weather wise and otherwise too I suppose. Sometimes all we can do is write a poem.

Tanka
31 syllables
5-7-5-7-7

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