Alive

Bended Knee

In June, I soar amidst
the skies
that wander not from
heaven’s call,
expansive yearnings become
reality.

September brings the call
of man
within trepidation’s only
plan,
to harvest incarnation’s
harmony.

In wintertime, all
is alive
within cocoons of
morning light
until the spring does call all out
to play.

Today is as it’s
meant to be,
expression of the
revelry that
does reside
within your
earthly prose.

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