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.
6 responses to “In the Stone Fields”
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!!
Inspired. It ticks all the boxes.