5/11/13

Blossoms, Upon The Hill
By E.S. Wynn


Sprouted wonder blossoms upon the distant hill. I see colors in the waving, set against joyous, warm blue. The form is there, corporeal, and as it turns, the colors turn with it, reveal.

Light spreads new, widening, deliverance of awareness, the ungentle elegance of metal and ringing sound, of teeth set in smiles fierce, hands clutching, pulling, taking what both howling animals need.

The sweat, the welcoming, the exchange, the collapse.

Sprouted wonder blossoms wave. Sky darkens. Need manifests in the coming season. No regrets.


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E.S. Wynn is the author of over forty books.