Poem – The Scorched Field

Across an empty field scorched
with morning light I see
shadows dancing along the treeline
filling empty spaces.

Is this my field?

I remember little prior to this moment
as winter has settled across the land

and in the depth of winter
we retreat into the awareness of self.

I seek warmth from the shadows
emerging from the scorched field.

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