the ragged cliffs
the ever-changing face of mother aqua
the pearls of her tears
caressed by the sunlight
the ever-changing face of mother aqua
the pearls of her tears
caressed by the sunlight
the smoky canyon,
blanketed briefly by mist
released to the cold touch
of a young breeze
blanketed briefly by mist
released to the cold touch
of a young breeze
the uniform fields
of infant barley
slowly raising their crowned heads
to greet the early sun
of infant barley
slowly raising their crowned heads
to greet the early sun
James, I enjoy the peacefulness of this poem. The infant barley greeting the sun is a lovely ending, and when I read it again found myself looking forward to reading it again. Other points I liked were the sunlight’s caress and the young breeze’s cold touch; they made me feel the poem just as much as I could see it.