Oct 15, 2009 01:34
aaaauuuughhh yum it totally smells like the misty night-and-morning-in-the-redwoods smell from MythiCalia out there tonight.
I wish I could smell this All The Time without having to deal with the humidity and associated hair-poofing that goes with it.
tree-mist, earth-breath,
clouds below the moon--
so far below; so far below
they touch upon the tendrils
that spiral upwards, reaching,
aroused within the earth,
the speech of Great Ones,
the silver vapour rising
as the soul within the planet
exhales a single word.
poetry,
energy,
beauty,
pagan