Friday, March 30, 2012

a furrowed field



a furrowed field
wet with mist
kisses clouds full and low
the red-winged bird
timed and slow steps
steps to hop
upon the wind

and light falls through
the morning air
stumbles to a meadow-ed place
where lamb and calf
timeless stand
move through life
face to face

grass and grace caught
webbed and woven
behold the days -
count their run
budding limbs and furrowed fields
a sacred race
blessings from an earth
and her sun

and who should
know
this sweet
as i?
tis' the lark that
knows - i heard her cry...

bkmackenzie

7 comments:

  1. Barbara, this is just exquisite. A present moment written in such a classical style. Felt like Wordsworth to me.

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  2. grass and grace caught
    webbed and woven

    So much here that lifts my heart. I can almost feel this, smell the earth. Just beautiful.

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  3. I love the staccato/tongue-twister feel in sections like these:

    "the red-winged bird
    timed and slow steps
    steps to hop
    upon the wind"

    "grass and grace caught
    webbed and woven
    behold the days"

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  4. I agree with Victoria; this feels classical - from another time. I had visions of early Virginia in Thomas Jefferson's time perhaps. An agrarian world when nearly every man knew the land and worked with it. Beautiful poem.

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  5. I just love every line in this beautiful poem Bkm!! The third stanza is glorious! :-)

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