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Covered with clover, the field's as green as a sea, buzzing sharp with bees

A heart of purple blooms in the back of the yard; Morning Glory smiles

A smell of sweetness - the wild vines of late August when grapes break their skin

Relentless chirper, you hide behind the thicket of things, loud cricket

In early morning, coolness flows, hours before the sun has woken

for Algot

Like light bulbs dangling off the branches in sunlight; soft little lanterns

Someone's inked the stars on the sky again tonight - the Milky Way shines

slow is wandering, the wandering, the wading through an old oak forest, the waking up and waking up inside the wondering of where this overgrown trail leads, if it might lead forward forever and ever and ever on your mind is time, and how slow is

Audio: https://sodaphonic.com/audio/tPviI7DreCpfyBnDIAmz for #writeout, inspired by The Valley by Jean Valentine https://poetrysociety.org/poems/the-valley

Sink your tongue and teeth into the skin of the peach, ripened perfection

Trod your way, softly - the pasture's quiet at night though some creatures wake