Dusk
Light fades
Mists rise
The cooling of the air
Dew on my toes
The final call of the birds
Welcomes in the darkness
As evening envelopes
Like natures blanket
Spring ~ Summer
Damp ground
Beneath my foot
From rain that drops
To feed new shoots
Green, fresh, smiling
the expectations are endless
Clasping their young
For warmer days
When warm breezes
Carry their scent
On endless summer
Spirit
Cataract / Stevo Owens
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