I should point out that this month - ramblings - are just that; ramblings from my mind over the last two months (July and August) and do not necessarily represent me today. But they do constitute in their own way a part of The Archives. This is explained, i think, here.
Eve, full moon a day passed.
Can you feel the breeze?
Cool, refreshing, possibly herald to a
storm but still welcome this warm night.
Movement among the leaves; flames in the
fire a-flicker.
Why is there a fire lit when the breeze is
so welcome and the air so sticky if not?
Nostalgia?
Comfort?
Simply to drive the mosquitoes away - or
craftily to turn the outside, inside?
The sound of the flames mingle with that of
crickets.
If the rain comes I will stand naked in it,
if it doesn’t I will will it; it’s good to stand naked in the rain when noone
is watching.
A sudden rush and the breeze becomes wind,
the leaves voice their pleasure, the flames of the fire horizont.
That’s a verb…. Well….. it is
now.
Here, near bedtime, and I too must
horizont.
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