While the intense heat of summer can be brutal, I sure am longing for July as I look out my window at piles of melting snow.
Rain in Clover
Dying in breathless summer silence,
field of clover lies wilted and limp.
Crimson faces mourn approaching shadows
and tremble
as deep
echoes
arise from earth.
Gasping at cool whispers, bowed heads slowly wake.
Green bodies sway in chanting wind.
With a frenzied dance, every rooted being sings
as showers from heaven spray and save all
from sure death.
My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be shaken.-Psalm 62:5-6
This blog post is part of a series of writing (Feb.-March 2014) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland sharing original poetry. tbergland.blogspot.com
Click here to see my disclaimer and what I’m up to with this season of blog posts.
My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be shaken.-Psalm 62:5-6
This blog post is part of a series of writing (Feb.-March 2014) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland sharing original poetry. tbergland.blogspot.com
Click here to see my disclaimer and what I’m up to with this season of blog posts.
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