This constant search and agreement that the road carries on.
This bond with nature is bittersweet.
A constant gnawing.
A scratching at an evergreen door.
And, the earth fine as elderberry wine.
Another indulgence that never quite wets…my lips.
Such a drunkard am I!
I drink in the rainbow of flavors with a guzzle…not a sip.
An inebriated understanding…I am so small.
Mother Nature, the only beverage I drink in.
A seduction to which it is certain…I will fall.