Upon a hushed and dusty hilltop

I watch the sun rise

Behind a cloudy haze

As an entourage of grasshoppers

Flee before my every step

I almost called them an army

But then I would have to decide

If they are protective

Or vengeful

…they are neither

They are simply happy

With who they are,

where they are

So in contentment

They fly beside me

In a reassuring rhythm

Until I reach the water’s muddy edge

Without them, I go beyond even that

And pause…

Where the breeze can find me

To tussle my hair

And touch my heart

With a windswept kiss

Blowing in from across

I know not where

And yet,

I love the very way of it…

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ellie894 August 26, 2019

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