Heartland<\/p>\n
Twin lakes of glimmering green shimmer reflections of sky.
\nCrescent path to the south curves up or down.
\nForests of swaying, short golden leaves to the north\u2014none beyond the lakes.
\nShe is down to Earth, gazing at the sky.
\nFields of cream-coloured rye outline the land.
\nI know this face.
\nRain clouds gloom and thunder broil,
\nThose dark shrouds hanging dim the land grey.
\nSprays of rain sputter, spilt upon the lush turf.
\nThe lakes go still afterward, hazed and foggy.
\nDays in a daze and the clouds lift from her face.
\nWinter arrives and her eyes glaze over.
\nWhite complexion, smooth as an empty white page.
\nOverflowing with Life.
\nSpring turns round and she\u2019s still as beautiful as ever.
\nThe path smiles to the sky.
\nSunlight beams rays of glistening grace.
\nAutumn rolls around and her face is rosy.
\nI walk about, a painter in a drawn land, better than I could ever brush a replica.
\nThe leaves fall but her hair does not.
\nFace the Moon, accept the Sun.
\nLove not the world.
\n\u2018Tis a fruitful place.
\nLeaf to dust.
\nSeasons to and fro, relentless rhythm, eternity oft and off.
\nSpiral aim swirls my eyes torrents in the sky.
\nRising brightness shines my weary clouds away.
\nHope is not singular in nature.
\nThe lakes do not give in and neither does the sky.
\nFor they reflect one another in harmony.
\nLove is stronger than the fibre moulding the earthly material together.
\nRain to earth, roots to leaves to seeds to forests to dust to life again and love
\nindefatigable.
\nWind burning cold vapour in, warmth of hope exhales.
\nTree to paper to words to poetry to song to heart to you to all.
\nOppression has no touch or sound or influential taste in this place.
\nSown a single blade of green grass, cutting darkness asunder.
\nA single blade of grass.
\nCircular frame\u2014is it the substance or the sustenance that defines the distance?
\nThe picture of a landscape paints hope upon my face, my frame.
\nHanging on the wall so I do not forget hope. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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