WILDERNESS GLEEMS

SMOLDER:
Smolder dreams
Burnt sage
The sun screams
With age-
Smoke smell
Wilderness gleems
Creatures can tell
Or so it seems-
Silencing eyes
Time is dust
All with surprise
Echoing rust-
Vintage the home
Savory dine
Fields in the comb
Everything mine-
Air in the hope
Folly grips fear
Burdens will grope
Childeren next year-
 
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