Dec 06 2006
Scent
a fading glimpse it whispers
thoughts of recent days
and your scent upon my pillow
still there but slowly fades…
Dec 06 2006
a fading glimpse it whispers
thoughts of recent days
and your scent upon my pillow
still there but slowly fades…
Dec 06 2006
brown and thrashing wheat
in winds grip
fields turning, quickly moving
from rain and plow.
distant fields upon the hill
small black dots of the workers
scythe glints in the distance,
behind them wheat is sown.