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In the Stone Fields

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.


Filed under Photography, Poetry, Thomas Davis