As the day grows long,
We survey our landscape of silence,
Slipping into it whilst shadows slide across earth.
Dark sloping hills hold deep secrets
That litter valley floors with lilting white lies
Like so many kicked through scattered leaves.
Dust from crumbled pedestals settles behind us
Shrouding gray our glimmering newness
And settling our souls with its soft sighs.
Against the deep smell of fecund earth
We relinquish to gravity’s force
And grind holes deep within the mess of us.
Night tangles our limbs
Like a nest of earthworms writhing,
To investigate their space in forever.
Brenda Warren 2012
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