Tuesday, November 28, 2017


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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