Kind and Soft
When I was jagged
Torn and weary.
What can I tell you
About her?She was the welcome
Of gentle morningsOn the Carolina coast.
She was the golden orb
Of a harvest moonAbove Midwestern fields.
What can I tell you
About her?She was the haunting call
Of a solitary snow gooseHovering above a Montana pond.
She was the hollow lonesome
Of abandoned farm housesIn Kansas plains.
What can I tell you
About her?She was the mysterious presence
Of Ozark lakesIn a moon-glow night.
She was the salt and tang
And the sleepy heat
Of Old Mexico.
She was snow-draped
Tennessee pines
On a winter's eve.
In a cast iron stove.
She was kind and soft
When I was jagged
Torn and weary.
Of Old Mexico.
What can I tell you
About her?Tennessee pines
On a winter's eve.
She was the hushed crackle
Of a hickory fireIn a cast iron stove.
She was kind and soft
When I was jagged
Torn and weary.
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2 comments:
Quite beautiful. SHE seems like God on earth to me.
Yes. There is supposedly no vacuum in nature, but her going left one in me.
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