Gazing
Gazing over the land
the verdant mist of becoming
moist with the dew of life
glistening in the yellow rose warmth.
Gazing over the land
golden stalks of being
heavy with the fruit of life
swaying in the red orange heat.
Gazing over the land
brown in the existence of past
punctured with needles of loss
drying as life diminishes.
Gazing over the land
black from life no longer
Slick from the rains of sorrow.
Shining as the mirror of future.
Gazing over the land
the verdant mist of becoming . . .
Written: March 2018
Collection: Life
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