Out of Doors
Was it not more than gravity that tugged my budding soul towards the tree-line
A child on his mother’s breast I would press into leafy dirt to feel the earth-beat
Then bright and gentle a kiss would come from sky with whispered love.
The fingerprint of God was every veined thing and upon mine own features
Piped with the spirit that is life.
Youthful brilliance not unique but old as time herself and as pervasive
Was my lifeblood effervescent and bubbling
Up in springs trickling through weedy grass and pebbles
Quickening my spirit to sail along with time’s gentle nudge-ings.
Some grow cold and let the leaf veins dry up
And with them wither as things hidden under rocks
But hearing song of winged thing and gentle planet breath
I soak up the vibrant waves of light and life
And I shall not shrivel but when climax comes
Turn brilliant orange-red
And fall like fire to ignite the drying grass
And spread wildfire and the heat of passion
Even unto the shady hiding places of dying things