I walk,
endlessly,
through the
fabled orchards,
the sweet smell of
fresh orange blossom,
enticing all my senses,
carrying me through
the victory parade,
as my feet travel
on rusty ground,
the only slight
trace of me,
caressing,
soft red
soil.
YOU ARE READING
Dawns mutterings
PoetryCompilation of poems, inspired by natures bounty. We are of the earth, so it is only fitting that it in turn inspires us. Although much of my poetry is in some way inspired by nature this small compilation highlights just how much it impacts all I d...
