landscape detailsmTurning
touches the stubbornness in some people
depression lifted
how long for?
time enough to notice once more the flush of warm blood and brief vigor as if disturbed from dying we galvanize under rushing water
how the chime of life can bewitch even the leaden hearted with its churlish promise
I would chase with first sound of bird call
dirty my feet in sprint of dawn to watch the thickets light up golden like fairy crowns
feel within a burning longing to forever breathe deeply like a thousand drums
to run then
nay, to hurtle
from weather-vein legacy