Spirits rise

Without our conscious knowledge or intent
Our spirits rise as does the sun above
And spring time turns our thoughts to love
When just last week we felt we’d overspent

As animals we need not brood nor think
Our minds and bodies alter with the sun
So when our labour and our tasks are done
Our spirits rise  before the red sun sinks

We  long to walk through meadows red with flowers
Admire the blue  of linseed  in the fields
And  in the Essex landscape is revealed
The richness of the soil and of our hours

The sun  is ours to bless and I desire
To be burned up in its  pure, awesome fire

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