Sunday, June 24, 2012

Earned Solace

Scramble
Grab roots, sweat and
Climb!
Granite under mulch and 
twists of vine. 
World is all warm dirt and grasp,
Strain as horizon
Breaks over crest;
Freedom greets my peace;
Emptiness, solitude
finds its place at last.
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