cool dampness beckons these chubby aeration specialists
Tonight, in dark crescendo, rise the worms to sniff the dampened crust of fresh thawed earth bathe under flickering, cloud spaced, moon aerate the very ground that bids them birth Mock the darkened sight of “early birds” wriggle at the touch of spring’s chill breeze knowing that in half – they still are whole and these…these single moments…they must seize. Or be denied the nuances of life at levels deemed beneath the worth of man raising eyeless heads they search blind skies for vision needs not sight in nature’s plan. Come touch the moistened earth - bask in its scent embrace, with darkened eyes, nature’s assent. John G. Lawless ©9/2/2018
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