how will you bear
witness to this winter’s
living temple in-
between the flooded hollows
where wandering cattle have
bent the tussocks low?
then .......... speaks
a gentle refuge prayer
and ..........’s breath
covers all that is
here: the grass
the sunken tracks, and your
own temple-spired hands
with a soft layer of
radiant rime
Poem and photo by D. Godin
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11 comments:
Thoughtful and lyrical! Really enjoyed this piece!
I enjoyed this, too. I could see this world. God bless.
very picturesque poem...lovely image of The Creator's breath speaking refuge...serene.
As ric said, very pictursque!
I loved reading it.
building balconies inside your head
Very nice, Deb! I love the "bent the tussocks low" image.
The tranquility of a winterscape captured entirely.
Kat
great imagery and a real feel to it.
..the delicate fusion of myth and reality..thanks..
Just beautiful; landscaping with words....
As Tumblewords said. very lyrical.
A fine poem.
Thank you.
Each stanza is thoughtful and meditative. Very lovely.
What lovely images you have created. I look forward to reding more of your poems.
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