After the rainfall had gushed,
the hickory nuts
struck the swollen soil.
Down along the grooves
in that steep incline of earth,
I counted the tracks
left by a stag,
where early he must have
arrived to graze,
after the rain had run down.
After the rainfall had gushed,
the hickory nuts
struck the swollen soil.
Down along the grooves
in that steep incline of earth,
I counted the tracks
left by a stag,
where early he must have
arrived to graze,
after the rain had run down.
Yes
love the rain cycle in this one, Matthew
Stunning! Excited to be writing a poem-a-day with such poets as you.
Nice, Matthew
Thanks gang!
had thought i´d said i liked this, but i hadn´t. i keep coming back to read it.
thanks buddy!
The poet as hunter gatherer of words. Nature has always been an immediate, often found, subject of poetry.
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