Heat rises up in waves
from the rich red ground
shimmering, dancing, teasing
there’s no one around
from the rich red ground
shimmering, dancing, teasing
there’s no one around
Leaves hang almost motionless
just a subtle waver
a gentle breath of air
sensually savoured
The earth she has the rhythm
of the oldest dance of time
pulsating then resting
in natures sweetest rhyme
From her we draw our passion
as she drives us ever on
’til our hunger is sated
the last shuddering breath gone
Trish Johnston 13th March 2016
