Eternal Earth

There is a knowing
in the loam
Eternity
in its dark
sweet balm
A nose of
dinosaurs
and kings
and growing
things and
it recalls
the gnarled
joints of
gingham clad
gardeners
who survived
the war
to plant
peonies
and dream
of passing
in their
sleep

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

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