Wandering at the Edge of Life

Whet thy whistle and cherish

life is like soft peaks

swinging from frayed ropes

dangling from hot tin roofs

tapping wild bare feet

Whet thy whistle and savor

horses trotting on old brick roads

black eyed sunflowers bending

spirits hiding in gray mist

rushing wind on blushed ears

Whet thy whistle and witness

feverish tracks of strewn rocks

fingers rustling on silken grass

fingernail moons and froggy leaps

sun dances in waving winds

Whet thy whistle and listen

warm breeze piping

wetness whispers of wind

waving palms mid azure skies

thousand of tales murmuring

WANDER AT THE EDGE OF LIFE WITH EARTH AT YOUR FEET