04 February 2014
Stalwart Stem, Sealy Lake, Montana
by D. G. Vachal
"Lace and flannel fall
on February ground,
like flocks of woolen lambs
upon the leafless hills—
can you hear the sound of snow,
catch the tranquil meekness
the clamor of rain
or the tumult of sleet,
horse hoofs that trample
the cobblestones - ..."
Read the full poem at lilies, sparrows and grass.
Labels: grass, Montana, Sealy Lake, Snow, Stalwart Stem, Winter
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Thank you for posting my poem on your blog. It is an honor. God bless you. DG VachalReplyDelete
You're welcome, D.G..Delete
And thank you for painting so gracefully with words!
I enjoyed browsing through your poetry. - Cyndy
Thanks again, Cyndy, and thanks for browsing through my poetry. - DG VachalReplyDelete