It may be cold and gloomy outside today,
but it is warm and bright this old house.
A clear cool stream flows over rocks and leveling off,
and then I melted into.
Blades of grass I rolled over scenting green,
and well being, and melting into.
Dear Oak tree! I lay me down beside you,
sensing your rough beards on my face,
and into you I melted.
Black dirt that I rolled in my hands, squeezing
the dough through my toes, and I melted.
Sitting by the fireside, amber flares in glory:
a dream of a fading flame that hadn’t extinguished yet

By
Almedia Knight-Oliver
November 23,2013

Almedia Knight Oliver

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