05 August 2014

intoxicated

our last days here are wild
sweet like the clover
blooming in full fragrance
I am intoxicated
dizzy with the collecting
of sights, scents
hungry to hold and file
tastes of home
I can pack them, weight free
in my heart, where soon
they will blend
with all that is new
a fusion only The Master
Himself could brew

joining Kelli living in unforced rhythms

 

4 comments:

Rick Fendick said...

Very well said!!!!
I concur

Sandra Heska King said...

I'm wondering what new sights and scents you're going to collect. I'm glad I'll be able to taste the brew through your words.

elizabeth said...

Beautiful poem!

Angie Webb said...

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