Thriving thrush and widened poppies Blinding green; a blanket, sprawling The snow recedes, nature ignites Wrapped in heat, and warmth, the light
Just like the renewal of my unfolding time Stepping out from the shadow of my mine Twas dug deep into the hillside of youth Slowly we’re pushed out, hatched, spooked
It’s time for growth, and strength, and spirit Walking towards the stones to clear them Pushing, heaving, life goes on A rumble of waves and thunder and drums
My feet will meet the ancient rough Emotion of awe and surrealism erupt Highlands and high towns , all that I’ve wanted cobblestone streets I have always trusted
A fragment I can't quite seem to finish - but it is insight to what I aspire.