(almost) wordless wednesday…
Port Townsend, Washington |
sunrise comes
over gray water.
soundlessly they glide, sculling
in rhythm to the birds overhead.
I watch.
talya
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Musical Pairing:
ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
(almost) wordless wednesday…
Port Townsend, Washington |
sunrise comes
over gray water.
soundlessly they glide, sculling
in rhythm to the birds overhead.
I watch.
talya
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
so much depends
upon
a john deere
tractor
coated with delta
soil
beside the grain
buggy.
talya
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
summer’s final breath
vanishes into fall as
weary trees exhale.
This haiku was written for the Write Tribe Contest 2.
talya
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.