Slow
Slow are
the morning
skies
to clear,
summer’s secrets
still hidden
in spring time
flowers,
clouds
and tears,
For though
the trees
are full,
with leaf
and opening
green,
the plough,
earth
and seed
await
still
folded
and unforeseen.
And so alone
I walk
along the path,
between
the fall
and rise
of hill,
river,
copse
and dale,
knowing life
will open
and unfold,
with time
to pass
until
moments
open earth
life
and season
summer soon
to come
and prevail.
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