gone by way
of shadow & wind
in swaying sheaves
gold gather the fields
low the stone walls
that let creeks
still run through
is that frost i hear?
creeping bone within
giving grounds knelt
at boulder trees grown
rock tripe in grey & blue
lay down plates
come gentle the rain
as they do
moor songs, mere
awash with that
salt hue
at giving grounds
3 responses to “at giving grounds”
Let Nature reveal what you need – the frost will crack the earth and let sight pour in.
At this point, Nature is about the only entity I trust to remain truthful most days.
Wise.
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