Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Small Grain, Infinite Peace


I walk amidst the bearded barley
brushing the crested heads with my hands
I wade into the living sea of gold
and upon laying down,

gaze up at the blue sky
painted with wandering cirrus clouds
framed out by bowing, amber bearded heads
nodding in wondrous acknowledgement

of my peace.


Catherine Schmidt

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