January 29, 2012
There lies a stillness
on the backside of the ridge
broken by nothing
but the cool lonesome wind
And to sit on the hillside
overlooking the valley
tangled only by briars
and disrupted only by birdsong
there is a peace, wanting to be claimed
1 comment:
Careful, Dan. Too much of that fancy-pants poetry humbug will just confuse the common folk.
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