| You are like
the morning dew, resting upon the grass. The wind rustling the stalks of prairies and the clouds, above the pass. The jagged slopes of a mountain crag and the red dirt of which it's made. The cousin desert with its cracked earth and it's plateaus elevated. The sky blue skies and snow white clouds the icicles on the trees. The leaves in fall the redwood's bark and the worms beneath the earth. The bugs in tunnels crawling underground to caverns that remain unseen, the hearts that beat inside young lovers and the way you feel in my arms. |
Copyright ©2007 Ashi Shadow
4/9/07 on Katie. Inspired by Fossil Falls (Owen River Gorge) Where the Owens River flowed across a recent basalt flow during glacial times.