just the smell of them

just the smell of them
elderflowers freshly picked and soaked
and all their senses

soft white roll floury

soft white roll floury
breaths in and out like eight
flour full empty

The Wake by Paul Kingsnorth

thralls macs the castel
saes gamel in ire and triewth
to mac them selfs thralls

Author's website here

leaf is life is love

leaf is life is love
growing struggling flowering gone
back to earth to grow

surfers are on it

surfers are on it
musicians artists lovers
every moment now

woke up bright this morn

woke up bright this morn
balloons rising through valley
top window's sweet view

cornflower seeds stunning

cornflower seeds stunning
right now as they are. and then!
need good tending mind

i smell woodsmoke warm

i smell woodsmoke warm
alive under the moon and
think on BP's soul

weather cock spins wild

weather cock spins wild
trees beyond dance drunkenly
melodeon here

nothing else matters

nothing else matters
lying on a path at dawn
hearing birds and trees