In the Stone Fields

a love poem for Ethel Mortenson Davis 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

4 Comments

Filed under Poetry, Thomas Davis

4 responses to “In the Stone Fields

  1. A love strong enough to bring forth music from stones is a love to be cherished.

    A lovely love poem Tom. I hope you are well. 🙂

  2. jeglatter

    Beautiful!
    -Jennifer

  3. I admire its skillful structure as well as its content..

  4. Just a beautiful poem, Thomas!

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