I am ruddy grounded.
I am the brilliant crimson of photons at sunset, the scarlet notions of the sky absorbed in the mantle that covers me.
I am the first cherry blush Sol casts upon the earth in the morning.
I am the ruby glowing in my roots, where my soul penetrates mother earth’s placenta, the place where I can drink in the heady burgundy called life just as the tree draws water from the soil.
I am Marxist red, deeper, richer and bolder than any Liberal notion.
From sea to sea, you will find me in the fires of the sun.
I am ruddy grounded.
Sheila Milloy Writes
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