Wood

Cold overgrown woodland home

What secrets do you hide

Beneath the blanket of leaves

That covers your weary nature

What do you feel as I pass through you

As you touch my soul

Through the sole of my shoe

Have you always known

And I have forgotten

Only to realise when I return

To your nurturing earth

You continue to provide

And impress upon me

Your greatness, even when

You are stick thin and pale

For you are cyclical

Proving that resurrection always follows death

And if I can gain

But a fraction of your wisdom

From our time together

Then I will know that I am blessed

Thoughts

Suede in Lincoln 2023 – Boy, that man can sweat. Awesome gig!

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