In Fields of Early May

Send us Fan MailIn the fields of early May, when the skies have settled in a deepening oceanin summer dreamsand blue, when the sunis settingfresh, warmand still,I see the waves of wheatgrass, and the tides of forest light upon the distant hill, and here I tarry upon the open road, the road that is homeward, before the invisible,the guidance stars, for above,they whisper of eternity, and time, time left until, for now isthe only moment, the birthing light of hope, their starlight like eyes in the darkness, as if alive and dancing dancing across the heavens slipping in hours,beyond the watching moon.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]