she stood there
brittle and pale
asparagus grass
wheat thin
and frail
she breaks like glass
shatters like bone
planted and rooted
threshed and sown
he looks to the sky
for praise of what
he
has grown
she nods on the wind...
she has always known.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
poetry thursday...found on a scrap of paper from about 8 years ago...or more.
she stood there
brittle and pale
asparagus grass
wheat thin
and frail
she breaks like glass
shatters like bone
planted and rooted
threshed and sown
he looks to the sky
for praise of what
he
has grown
she nods on the wind...
she has always known.
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4 comments:
Gorgeous both the words and the photo.
wow. just wow. xo
That old piece of paper was worth finding...and the words worth sharing.
oh so beautiful. glad you shared it with us.
like the photo too. ; )
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