Warming of earth

      Hmm the warmth of musky mulch keeps my senses
peaked. Ever so faint is the hint of moisture filling
the sky.

       Yes stand outside and smell. Hold tight to
something else that is warm. Enjoy the crunchy sounds
of branches rustling. Listen to the quietness that
is echoing throughout the breeze. Feel the choppy,
bitter wind as it cuts down your throat to your lungs.

        Inhale now. Feel. Hold. Moist earth rises from
the dry grass. Clearly explaining a thirst there. Are
you listening?

        Hmm. My pale soul is shivering. Yet must finish
poem before entering into apartment, back to the
warmth.

       So here I sit shaking and rattling my teeth. Still
I am enjoying every little moment I am able to
experience here. How about you? How are you feeling?

       One by one the sighs escape. I lean forward
to pick up my reading material before it all flies away.
Hmm. What motivates you?

       Ah only half of the question but the answer is
just the same. Jehovah.

       Now smile with me because I am now in placing
the finishing touches upon paragraphs. Soon the
soul will rejoice with the spirit for hot tea will fall
down my throat.

      Hmm. Enjoy the evening and if at any moment
you think I have overstepped please express so.

      Good night. Until the next poem or sleep comes.