Land
Isn’t dirt
It is something higher
It holds
It grows
It breathes
It covers itself in tapestries of wildflowers
And allows the breeze to carry the seeds
It is free and travels in dust
Falls in love
And covers my jacket
My hands
Fills the lines beside my eyes
One day it will find its way inside me
Bones in the ground
Leave the coffin for the precious
This land can hold me naked
I will simply let it
Another wonderful poem that I can relate to so well Kate 😀
Thanks Bushboy 🍃
Beautifully written, Kate ♥️
Hi Yassie thank you – it always means a lot coming from you 💕