Out from the shadows through the wildness of green
along rivers and creeks and where people have been;
I am lone upon a hillside.


And the land, all but still, and the sun at its height
and a wind or a will over mountains and farmlands,
wide rivers and oceans; sunlight filtering through
greens; upon my knees and this forest floor
swept clean as a chapel.


In the distance, broad places of people
and the sounds and silences of livingngess.


One Reply to “Hillside”

  1. A most beautiful rendition
    A picture perfect puzzle of life itself


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