Perichor

inside of sound
March 27, 2017
natural capital
September 11, 2017

First
September rain.
Perichor of
a sundrenched
threadbare summer.
Golden
Herbaceous
Energized dirt.
Moving into
air.
Still holding.
Holding.
The scent of
a dying season.
And now
the strained muscles
of the forest
are easing.
Mother’s promise
to you
is kept.
Be revived.
Be revived.