A wide plain covered with setting rays
Warm scented air blowing through the aisle
Tweeting sounds I hear from the birds;
Sweetens my heart and melts all worries

Capturing every moment results in a hypnosis
Suddenly my eyelids kiss each other
My chest raises and slowly lowers,
Breathing that makes me feel sky-high

The trees dance to the rhythm of the wind
I gladly join the moment in my mind
A smile graciously falls without effort:
Enchantment by nature is absolutely gay.

she was a spring morning
in the weary winter months
that now consumed him

a dawn indomitable

and like a fresh plucked flower
he sought not the wax
but gypsum

to have her grow again

That mist of cloud when its cold,
makes me feel alive again.

I feel 9.
Winter, waiting for my teacher to let me in the classroom.

I am 15.
Kissing the cold lips of my girlfriend as I put my jacket over her.

I am 19.
It's 3 am and I'm walking back from the library.

I am this old and I think about that cold cloud I exhale,
after taking a big breath.

i still dream of you,
good old oak,
from day one.
the seasons change,
and I still picture you
standing there,
under the golden sun;

and one day,
I‘ll rush headlong
into your opened arms.
But for now, you‘re
just another
perfectly written,
but unsung song;

I promise you,
one day I‘ll come
to see you there,
ten miles away,
under the golden sun.
I’m waiting, patiently,
for my grief to be gone

Please, bring me relief
I don't want to see the dark.
Illumination.

the feelings that exist don't seem real
suddenly relief is beginning to rise up
change may be waiting on the other side of the twisted highway
on the other side....
ON THE OTHER SIDE....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 301

The growth I wish for you will burn strong-
just like your picture and the dried rosemary did tonight.