A scent of earth and walnut roots
To keep me, and its blue today.
Blue to please the branches
Sweeping withered between
Drops of rain so far removed
It seems the clouds are lying.
A perfume wed in older days
With older versions
Of these navy eyes to cast
Departed images in glances
Through the limbs and leaves,
Vagaries and light, and if it’s blue
Today it’s slate to clean
And skies to swallow all of me.
A scent of fallen rain
And summer droughts
The lovely bouquet reads
Those walnut roots too deep
But I still smell them.

#WorthingtonGlacier #Alaska

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