The rearrangement of the senses.
In the transcendentalism of emerging thoughts.
Haying in the afternoons fading heat
i tend to wander away, around Waldens pond
the coolness of spent shadows
make words linger in my mind.
sweaty drops lumbering down my spine and lower
ha…..searing mind, decendes through worked muscles
– to yawning fingertips and toes.
pink and orange colored skies, in variations –
after the horizon with cricket songs
my spirits strive
copyright (c) 2014 by franzad
written for dVerse