photoart: ralph murreby Michael Koehler
Let me give you this:
Tall prairie grass humming like old women
gathered to quilt their long memories into
a tan and green and dark brown field
where, underneath, small things
can be warm as the sun on sumac.
Take this, too:
The sky a peerless blue,
high clouds rippled like the flesh of walleye.
And here, in my heart,
my love, one leaf that never falls,
waving like an anthem,
keeping the bare tree rooted to the earth.
~ first published in Red Boots (Little Eagle Press)
