The Blossoming of the North

First light: a new beginning,

at the crack of dawn

feel the air against the skin

stop to listen to the dawn chorus.

Thrillingly, it is still summer.

Last year, madness brushed with death.

.Now, I'm thinking:

"The world is full of magic things,

Patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper."

My senses are sharp,

like a razor I cut through the trash

of man's deceit - breathe a sigh of pure relief -

 the blossoming of the north

astounds me: such wonder in the world.

my dog and I are old now but we rub along,

hone our senses

see into the life of things

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John Marks

Wed 24th Jul 2019 15:55

Merci, Tom!

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Tom

Tue 23rd Jul 2019 23:16

Really like this John. Something about the line "Thrillingly, it is still summer." grabbed me and the ending is perfect. Thanks for sharing.

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