Wednesday, December 17, 2014

I am weave

I am weave. Artwork by Elaine Leigh
I am weave,
flows bare bones of the land,
roots, blood my stealth;
streams mountain hair,
hillsides’ thoughts,
meadow waves;
bleaches sunlight, sugars earth,
rips the seas’ tides,
calls clockwork from branches,
drags bones down borrows,
drags days behind,
stirs the year.

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