Kit Kelen #1153 - gently with myself

1153

gently with myself

must now

into the forest of words

and birded

sun, rain

seasons bring

sing breakfast

so supper

as in close blur

no glasses

all guessing

a new experiment with days

to stretch

moon and cloud catch

frames of star

after a kind of night you know

in a window lit

among some certain pills prescribed

engine to search

and in the ringing

(crude algorithm offering)

between asap

and as long as it takes

soil as deep as trees reach

breeze beyond the touch

some days easier to salute

a little fossick for the self there

world for far

and gently with

or

in the garden’s thrall

was, weren’t we all

?