The buzzards hover over us
Watching our every move
Second guessing,
A trespass on our freedom.
And here I am
Finding joy,
And the beauty of solitude
Spiced and scented
Mown meadows and
Perfumed wormwood
The open road
A blank page
My only paperwork is this;
The silver whispers
Of goldfinches in the morning
The dances of badgers
In the dead of the night
And love.
#poetry
Matthew /
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2024-07-26 08:03:09
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