Alfalfa underfoot,
giant clover ankle deep,
cool yellow butterflies,
purple pompom blossoms,
white clouds, Queen Anne's lace,
and crick-crick-cricking
at the damp dark roots.
Dance and shout and don't be afraid,
soul spun by God's fingers!
Run and rejoice and rest at last
on the delighted beating
of His heart.
A very well-made poem. Vivid! One feels as if one is outdoors as one reads the first stanza, especially.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dylan. The first stanza is definitely clearer than the final stanza ~ perhaps I'll work on it some more.
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