April 27, 2015 - 12:31
Saying Goodbye to My Site
This place is waking up now. The breeze laughs coolly. The trees stretch their limbs.
This place, now, is rustling… is restless… is riled… is ready
This place is worn now. The field’s shoulders are sunken. The core’s left soppy by lazy rainfall.
This place, now, even still, is rustling… is restless… is riled… is ready.
This place says a sleepy good morning now. I say a tired goodbye.