Spirit on the Move
Soft Milky White Lilac....
Soft milky white lilac rushes of jacaranda trees,
gracefully carpeting fescues and pencil thin reads.
White lush erotic Magnolias,
splash their pulsating perfumes, to turn one’s head
The West Wind of Savannah....
The west wind of savannah, strikes three.
Whistling blues tunes, which is the voice of her Muse,
amongst the humid dust-filled air
to message, be the Spirit on the move
Willow's arms gracefully sweeps...
Willow’s arms gracefully sweeps the still river
like the tick tock rhythm of grandfather’s stand tall clock.
Star crossed fleur-de-lis flowers,
poppy stand, willow’s green shore banks
Summer Days Makes Me Feel....
Summer days makes me feel lazy and swanky.
Sleepiness seeking me out, at every turn.
Junoesque artic winds, uproot the flaccid stagnation,
shaking away Sisyphus’s glistening teardrops of sweat.
Flurries of Pink Flamingos.....
Flurries of pink flamingos,
Stand four, amongst its native hoopoe,
signalling it’s time to listen
to the call of the East Wind.
Let Us Learn and Grow....
Let us learn and grow.
That, all that, is defined good and whole,
together with what provides for us,
still can come from the galaxy of Earth’s green fields.
Spirit to Me Means
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