Beneath lavender rosemary scented calm,
Vine-laden squares of golden green
Lie framed
Within this morning’s bright ceramic canvas.
Staccatos of gravel crunch underfoot,
Off beat
And lost amidst nature’s purring symphony,
Forest warbles,
Farm percussion.
Nature’s purest offering
Distilled to nourish,
Dust-coated vessels
Preserving ancestral norms.
To breathe in again
This cicada dawn chorus,
This bejeweled vista,
Is to silence the heart –
To love once more.
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