Last night, midnight, the windows are ajar; after the
rainstorm. We have the urge to breathe that cool earthy damped air.
Morning is hazy, impossible to decipher.
One might as well stride out to find a dragon, in this
mysterious weather. We take the long route, enchanted by pastoral views.
The path is a tractor track, bumped and pocked with
bird prints. Off track is waist high in the smoking grass pollen. To the
riverside is a climb; through barbed wire, nettles, brambles, thistles; over
steep muddied slipways.
And if I didn't push through that, I would never know
of this fallen tree dragon.
Walk, marvel, make a beautiful life.
Wow! That is such a magnificent dragon you've got!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
ReplyDelete:-) xx
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to let you know I've traveled back in time to tell you of a link to this post I included in May,17,2017 entry in "Trainride Of The Enigmas". I've recognized your benevolent dragon many times in the intervening years and am overjoyed with each appearance.
ReplyDeleteI see it! And then, I guess, it became a Normacloud.
ReplyDeleteThat's a lovely thought :-)
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