You descend heavy with evening
As firelight and cricketsong
Appearing, fading, reappearing
Rhythming firefly throngs.
Your dirt-stained muscles ease
Reclining within our midst
You are the coolness of the eve
Tucking the soil to rest.
Half Renga by Michael Shoemaker and michael parker
prayers are pink water lily petals reaching high skyward blue serene words, peaceful refuge spring's heart-to-heart communion some say prayer is the Christian's native...
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Great Gramma’s Farm by Annie Nardone
The heavy air of a fresh-turned field. Gravel roads framing the square-acre plots, After the earth has given her yield. Tractor and plow rest in low muddy spots. Crisp breeze and bright ski...
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