photograph by Sonja Bingen
a love poem to Ethel by Thomas Davis
In the stone fields
The roots of the pinyon
Interweave with stone.
In the barest silence
Song is worn like a cloak
Of the brightest colors.
May my lips be as a brook
Bubbling forth songs
In praise of my love.
May my heart be as a pinyon,
Drawing forth music
From the barest stones.
Originally published in The New Quiver, University of Wisconsin–Oshkosh, copyright 1972.
fourwindowspress 
WOW–wonderful!
Lovely. The open heart can accept so much.
Heart rooted in a sound foundation, bringing forth life like that pinyon!
Thomas, this is simply exquisite!!
Exceptional…
Inspired. It ticks all the boxes.