My Sole Dominion

poem about the earth

Poem

I betray the age of this earth.
With my tongue I paint the flames of evening wheat fields;
With my hair the billowing debutante gowns of willows;
With my toes the dripping emerald fringe of rolling green hills;
With my palms the legato hymnal of ocean waves.

This is my sole dominion.
When it is not cherished I grieve
and with my eyes draw silver chains of rain upon the shore.

 

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photograph by Layne Lawson

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