Long Shadows

We were just seeds,
born before the wind,
borne by the breeze,
again and again.

Carried aloft,
those highest places,
the skyward crofts,
born, borne, changing.

Gentle wind, bless
us. Your gentle touch
carried us west,
to join the Old Sun,

where we grew strong,
with light, spring wine,
the bright hope, long
shadows grow from vines.


© CGT, 2018.

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