by Aspen Beaulieu
Hear the still summer longing –
the sweetness of crickets beyond the border,
beckoning to the world for lives to (re)live.
The silent attraction of wandering –
an exploration of the growing earth and
the misted waters and star-filled sky.
The blanketed light filters through
like deep underwater fractures, sweeping
across those grassy plains like bonded gold.
It's there that the revelation of spirit
saunters above the canopied floor, whisking
away all the pains of early moments and tears.
The flowering of water-lilies filling the air
as they rise above the mud and murky waters,
lifting their blooms towards the unknown, resting.
Stretching, then, held towards the rising sun –
warm breath rising into the atmosphere, adding
to the already steady clouds where they will grow.
Aspen Beaulieu is a 28 year old librarian from Toronto.