©1999 Barry Blackhawk
The far distant heat rises in deep
shade of purple
The lifeful moist sending its way
up to its
origin, cycling up in certain
shimmering waves from birthing soil.
Life is given, processing elements,
magic of liquid air dancing in
my thin vision, humming original song,
The earth sighing, breathing, sweating,
purple dusk, all consuming,
Powerful, forever cloaked in hues
wonder and delight.
The earth is I and I, it.