Sacred Season I Watch a Child Flourish
A small trickle of life...the warming dawn reveal, a new season of snow melt, where tributary's and veins begin to build, spilling into a river of torrent dream and winding to the valley below, "a gift of the sacred season" as I drown in the poetic water's and write an unconditional song bestow....of purity, of birth, of love and simple thought, where the living water sustain
a child's dream without cost.
sacred water's flow
across the subtle lagoon
a child splashing
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2019
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