A Search

10/29/2015

A search for small & simple things,
slipping slowness settles in.
California dog days fade,
November nestles with a restful whim.

I long to labor out of doors,
to use my hands and breathe real deep,
to put to rest the brilliant days,
to watch the valley fall asleep.

But here I hide in town retreat,
in cranny curiosity,
soon to harvest & gather & rise
from crispy-cool dawn, soul-stylized.

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