Hour 6.

the ragged cliffs
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
the uniform fields
of infant barley
slowly raising their crowned heads
to greet the early sun

One thought on “Hour 6.

  1. 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.

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