360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and twenty seven degrees: ‘the dying leaves…’

Radio Song ~ The Felice Brothers

two hundred and twenty seven

Still, and staring. Far beyond, the fringe. Of field, and fell. Zigzag, lattice. Greening meadow, quilt. Stitched through, with wire. Blunt, and barbed. A brutal, beauty. Fading. Through the jagged, mystery. Of middle, distance. Toward, an endless. Open sky. Where daily, we. Wander, lost. And wondering.

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Way out into the blue…

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One comment on “two hundred and twenty seven degrees: ‘the dying leaves…’

  1. seanbidd
    May 19, 2013

    Art in itself of the past, so much to explore between the pinnacles, the ravines to places, and hearts of mystery, yes lost and wondering on a wanderer’s trek across the vast, the vast moments.

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