humming with the sound of hornets' ghosts.
Every day I hear the beloved music of the
Earth. The silence is a scarlet oar
taking me through the weather.
Already the bright field of you
blooms in a music of fog and hawk,
the quiet birthday of thistles,
the gentle parent of geese and peonies.
©Laura Sorrells 2012
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Nice photo and poem.
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ReplyDeleteGorgeous, amazing poem and photo, Laura. Thank you for sharing your awesome world & words with us. xo
ReplyDeleteyou're very welcome. I'm glad you continue to enjoy them.
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