A Center Cone
today is wet
the gloom
it sticks to me
like nesting scents
of gathering
and herbs
comfort
comfortably
clinging
green of grass
newly orange leaves
cooling pavement
and rot
just beginning
the breeze
light contrast
the mind alert with
creative comfort
happy gathering
soup and song,
nestling precious
items worth feeling
bringing and
sharing back again
the dark center cones
upright
magnificent
yellow flares around
to show the way to ground
–elisabeth connelley
Purple Profundity 
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