Saturday, July 12, 2008















I watch the sun creep over the hills
spread its fingers across the valley -
dropped spores bleeding and belching light,
puddling and pushing the edge of night
back beyond sight. Gold spills, pooling
at the roots of ancient pines, needles
stacked on the ground, a blanket
staked out ready
to nurture dreams. A pause
in the morning.

1 comment:

Sailor said...

I like the idea of gold pooling at the roots, that's really a great image- great job