Evolving Senses

Woodland aromas caress his feet
bubble-textured moss massaging
his bruises; moist with the kiss
of the Earth
indigo skies scatter starlight
inviting his dreams to begin
as he slumbers
beneath the chestnut tree
with a splintered branch
an echo of a storm the year before
he awakes covered by the quilted blue
anorak wrapping of a sleeping bag
before his hungry fingers break
biscuits of gratitude
over breakfast.


©JG Farmer 2015

Form: Free Verse


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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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