Local DNA
Pay attention. The world is turning. The wind
is gathering momentum. Consciousness
is shifting its dimensional alignment.
Somewhere in a countryside still loved
by its inhabitants a crop is being
harvested. And soon the festival
of our transitional geometry
will turn our local DNA in circles
spiraling towards seasons in a sun
of blood and muddy love. Be on the look out.
~Greg Perry
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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