Earthen Waves in rolls and folds
Crusty stalks and hedge rows
Trees naked, pencil sketched
On the canvas sky
Grasses golden and glowing
In the angled and thin winter light
Tweed-coated field wrap me up
In a warm breasted embrace
The winter silence of the earth is alive in me.
A fresh presence crunches under boot.
Long shadows, muted colors, winters humble-hidden service.
Field of Love, walking in me, sing out your Pascal mystery