sabbath lands – August 15

8.15.2014

verdant waving farmland

crops flowing yards and

acres and hectares

to the horizon

 

a town below bluffs,

the drop immediate

and precipitous to the

river

 

where one can float

away into patterns

of flow and serenity,

dalliance personified.

 

air comes clean, breath

enters slowly with

space for reflection

under no duress

 

sabbath time

indeed.

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