I love the hills
Patted soft by time and feet
Of so many off for walks.
I love the cold
Strange, I know,
But when I'm shivering
I love the rain.
The second skin of
My land telling me I'm clean now.
I love the grass
The carpet of the thick ground
A sponge to all my anger.
I love the solitude
Because it's always just
You and me,
My world.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
I love the hills
Patted soft by time and feet
Of so many off for walks.
I love the cold
Strange, I know,
But when I'm shivering
I love the rain.
The second skin of
My land telling me I'm clean now.
I love the grass
The carpet of the thick ground
A sponge to all my anger.
I love the solitude
Because it's always just
You and me,
My world.
A bit of dewy eyed love for where I live. I don't usually go for this kind of stuff, but it's a particularly beautiful day outside.
