in sharp, inexorable drops
until the world is long lines,
stitching sky to earth.
It's in the driving needles
that push hungry fawns to group
and bed beneath the drooping birch.
It's in the urge that makes them
nuzzle sodden earth, returning,
little by little, through a new washed world
in certainty and wonder
in search of tender shoots.
Karen Nowviskie, West Virginia, USA
6 comments:
Lovely fresh images.
A beautiful poem, Karen. Refreshing as the rain. Thank you for sharing this.
A beautiful poem Karen. It is as refreshing as the rain. Thank you for sharing.
I see the scene unfold so beautifully through your vision. This poem reads like a prayer or blessing. It brings me peace.
This is beautiful. It's perfect throughout, but I think the greatest strength of the poem is your use of concrete modifiers. Thank you for sharing this with the world.
Beautifully written.
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