Breathe It Back

Hemmed in by flaming trees and heavy clouds. This is my home. A reverie, as red bronze and champagne blooms of maiden grass. And the smoke from a fire fills my head while tracing the light of small sunbeams. Do you sing when you see? Do you feel the earth pull? Do you see the sweetness of all that surrounds you? Can you take it in as a single moment? Breathe it back when you exhale. Black silouhetted trees enclose. Asleep in the crotch of a great oak and move with her in the wind.