Refleactions on the Florida :Trail -C



Wandering the endless 
Florida trails
like the sameness of things
in this day-
trails leading somewhere,
e do not know,
but somewhere
like somewhere else-
the uniformity intaCt
that debases passion
into an even measure
that is breathless to record

The time is lost
your steps forgotten
the hand of man
felt everywhere
to a great leveling

The birds not singing
the deer not sprinting
and wildflowerS feW
between the charred
remaIns of spindly trees-
burnt in control,
that now offer little shade
and credence to their
lifesong as a wilderness-

this unwild place
tamed to suit the purposes
others have proposed
for profit
and loss to the human fold
that ever seeks solace
in the wild places-
needs the unruly
untamed, to know
who they are..

Seeds dispersed
in haste
may grow predicted
but not the free fringe
unexpected of
wonderous beauties
unplanned spontaneity
pf a spirit of life
from which we nurture
in nature.

phoebe


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