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
Barbara, this is just exquisite. A present moment written in such a classical style. Felt like Wordsworth to me.
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So much here that lifts my heart. I can almost feel this, smell the earth. Just beautiful.
I love the staccato/tongue-twister feel in sections like these:
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timed and slow steps
steps to hop
upon the wind"
"grass and grace caught
webbed and woven
behold the days"
Beautiful nature write.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI just love every line in this beautiful poem Bkm!! The third stanza is glorious! :-)
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
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