Apr 25
The sun rolls over flattened fields,
hay and mud like matted fur
on a yellow lab’s back.
It touches the blind cold earth,
releasing heat and parables
begun in early spring
The earth rises to its feet and,
shaking off winter’s icy glove, seeks
language and the old paths.
I turn to meet a new story,
greeting the tender boughs and
white rivers with cautious love.
hay and mud like matted fur
on a yellow lab’s back.
It touches the blind cold earth,
releasing heat and parables
begun in early spring
The earth rises to its feet and,
shaking off winter’s icy glove, seeks
language and the old paths.
I turn to meet a new story,
greeting the tender boughs and
white rivers with cautious love.
A slilent hym to the beauty of the farm lands of Ipwich MA, which has preserved its precious heritage with help from the wonderful humans and gracious ghosts that abide there.
