Early Morning Walk On A Barrydale Farm
My skin pulsates as
crisp needles penetrate my foot.
The cold cuts, glistening steel slivers
through sub-cutaneous layers.
The farm on the edge of the Karoo
delivers pleasure and pain in equal measures.
An Eden shining shards of light through the mist,
morning illuminating sparkling details.
Rust on a roof pane.
Lightning splintered branches.
A dreadlock in a dog’s fir.
Crust in the corner of a cat’s eye.
Imperfections rising above the smoking dew
A reminder that one cannot exist without the other.
It’s all beautiful
and gloriously broken.
