Posted by Ossy on
Beneath the skin lay fading dusts of earth,
with wet tongues giving voice to swirling winds
wrapped around bones in one globe of primates,
with growing numbers of two of a kind.
From the clouds' bowels come sleeting showers,
always appearing like the scorching sun.
Before wild souls and fair fragile flowers,
old leaves are shed as grim seasons are born.
Here and there one is getting off harsh rains
or another from flaking chilly snow.
To seek warmth of love come long days of pains
is a reflex act not one but all know.
When the ageless friends of life are set free,
the world moves under a shade of a tree.