West Virginia

The shadows of winter
grow long and
Shadows deal in whispers
and listening to such
Leads me to reflect
And in a moment’s reflection
I once again walk the hills
rusted and crunchy
Where the grapevine twined into the trees
And blue-tailed lizards
slept on sun drenched slabs
of tawny sandstone

In brooks and creeks
In the waters
and in the rocks
Something very close to the eternal magic
something others call . . . Life
Something sang to me
in a voice deep and clear

West Virginia

The shadows of winter
grow long and
Shadows deal in whispers
and listening to such
Leads me to reflect
And in a moment’s reflection
I once again walk the hills
rusted and crunchy
Where the grapevine twined into the trees
And blue-tailed lizards
slept on sun drenched slabs
of tawny sandstone

In brooks and creeks
In the waters
and in the rocks
Something very close to the eternal magic
something others call . . . Life
Something sang to me
in a voice deep and clear