COME AND TALK TO MY FLOWERS

come and talk to my flowers
when my voice  is nothing
but the wind

my mind now
a season
season after season

dressed in only birdsong
here I will be
at the edge of summer

the depth of yes winter
here I rest
part of the universe

come
and talk
to my flowers

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Love everything about Clandon Wood Natural Burial Grounds where I want to be when I run out of breath!