”Antiqueness of Soul”
....in this place of early morning sitting, there is the light that burns deeply within my chest, gnawing at the walls of silent afterthought, those chatter boxes of resonating depth….
—-and so from this place of antiqueness of soul, i leave off the chaff of my form as left behind, shifting and ranging my spirit now walks the woods, blessed timber lined structures i love to hear and feel….
—-where you to ask from me my last breath, i would gladly give to thee my woods of ken, for you have fostered me after thine own way, and made me to understand the value of being upright….
—-i walk amongst you now and hear your words of praise, “he for whom the flesh holds no sway is walking this way”, and i am in awe by such words as you speak for one such as me, were you not here before and will you not be long after i have passed the way….
....and then there is the looking inside, looking inside my head and taking thought of where I go….yes just dreaming….but what beautiful dreams I am having as my imagination jumps ahead to what will yet be written on the walls of coming spring, as this my coming so springs into these of whom I await….
I had to post the last photo as ‘they say’ we are looking at some deep snow on the way and if so, well even so, this too will soon pass….
Have a good day!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/