Our Land

Guilded light tangers lost in flight over lavender meadows whistling like our rooster kettle Hot...summer days violets grew where crystal light filters through picture windows The wind soughs and whispers slow stirring gentle leaves turning gold in late summer's eve Crystal light paled I nestled in verdant orchard veil silent rain nourished verdant plains Beneath deadgrass and muddy soil new seeds nourished by snowmelt...unspoiled Walking across cool beach claysand gazing at the horizon on OUR LAND