How can you be on this earth
and not close your eyes on occasion
and listen to leaves give voice to
wind,
hear the laugh of crow,
annunciation of blue jay,
moan of mourning dove,
all the meaningful noise
of another spring day?
Behind the finishing plant
off the run-down road
between failing furniture towns,
a field is bursting with purple
flowers.
If you close your eyes
you can hear the cosmos opening.
Scott Owens, Hickory, NC
Scott Owens, Hickory, NC
Love this piece...inspires me to want to pen again...
ReplyDeleteYes...I'm into visiting the coffee shop!! ;)
We'll definitely need to make a date when you visit.
xoxo
Good! I think you would like the poetry on his Wild Goose Poetry Review. It's an online journal.
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