The morning was warm,
the breeze soft
Beyond the back door, the garden
where I walked happily
when I caught a glimpse of him
in reverie …
Karijini National Park, Pilbara region, Western Australia
He was tall as a tree
and just as strong
with roots that ran deep,
underground
under my fingertips
his skin ridged and rough
entwined, his hands gnarled,
unlike mine
above ground
his eyes crinkled in sun, in smile
his veins blue, his blood earthy red
amid the midnight rustle,
the softest whisper, come closer
so on the bough I laid my head
a dawn bird
A Shared Space 
Wonderful Dawn 🙂 Oh how you wish it was realy out of your real backdoor. The metaphorical one works for me as well
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Sadly, just laundry at my place! Thanks, Brian. I enjoyed thinking about this.
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Lovely.
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Thank you! 🙂
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