Friday, December 27, 2013

Walking the River Trail


for Dalene


Grass ignites like blades
of afternoon sunlight.

Porcelain soil, baked
beneath winter sky.

We watch Black Angus
tug on shards of roots–

where even Spring
cannot imagine itself.


Melody Newey © 2013

2 comments:

dalene said...

I'm so grateful you continually find the perfect words for the joys, beauties and truths for which I have no words.

Thank you. Love you!

Liz said...

Again, brilliant.