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
fourwindowspress 
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. 🙂
Beautiful!
-Jennifer
I admire its skillful structure as well as its content..
Just a beautiful poem, Thomas!