The Stile
A path that led from a country churchyard
became a footpath over the fields
to a stile where Donal sat and watched
the sun tip up the night's dark shields
through clods of dirt he heard the footpath
resonate thickened with composted leaves
suggesting earth's accretion
how from all things natural beauty leaves
rain divided evenly about the stile
sunlight pared through cloud
a rainbow arched above the hedge
song thrushes sang out loud
copyright (C) Dick Russell
2017, 2023
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