Nothing moves in the valley today
the sea is a flat silver platter
one sheep calls out plaintively
lost and alone easy prey to imagination.
All the winds of the compass silent
blown themselves out of breath.
This is a time of waiting thankfulness
a day few and far in between all mayhem.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
Nothing moves in the valley today
the sea is a flat silver platter
one sheep calls out plaintively
lost and alone easy prey to imagination.
All the winds of the compass silent
blown themselves out of breath.
This is a time of waiting thankfulness
a day few and far in between all mayhem.