Psychedelic Spring

High on a dynamite cloud
music unpeels leaving base lines
drum beat heart noise
trees are singing, weaving networks,
my mind dropping jewels of memory.

Buzzing in my brain
little green men blow
rings of smoke::outside
life takes its morning train
for me it’s all a matter of time

Mesmerised by life
I float beneath a thunder sky
Bluebells frame the woods
three deer graze the corn
fizzy green like children’s sweets.

Spring returns enchantment weaves
an errant breeze while wood nymphs clothe
the naked trees nature sings to me
in rising sap and blue jay lays her eggs
in vibrant shades of ecstasy.


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