MothwingPoetryBlog

patient rhythm of the sun
comes round to this again
the barefoot season has begun
and watch the fun it brings

when body sheds coats
of wool and down
to show the sun
the open sense of skin
to feel the flow
of every breath
of wind
to touch tne natural world
with everything
within

to dance with waves of ocean
rolling in
to reach
the sacred elevation
where earth
reaches up to sky
as kin
to sleep in fragrant forest
misty secrets
on the wind

to echo every chant of bird
fly to every height
upon their wing
to float upon
the drift of cloud
until the seasons spin
and summer's bask
of timeless ease
turns survival fight again
when winter's wail
returns to hijack
scented wind

'til then we revel
in the rich and lusty
bounty of the land
apricots and cherries
and fresh corn on the cob
grapes and melons
and every kind of berries
perfect pleasure
on the tongue
melting sunshine
turns to sweetness
juices run

eat the red tomato
fresh and whole
ripe as wisdom
deep as dawn
fill your basket
sing out your song
the barefoot season
lasts
so
long