Between Clover and Dampened Earth

white sheep on field during golden hour time
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The Farmer’s Field

Today I walk

With my lover,

My footstep light,


Against the dewy ground,

His steps



Morning mist,



Curls around us,



And it is only 

He and I,

There in the fog.

We walk without words,

Our footsteps

Our breath

Make soft sounds,

Yet the earth is stirring,

Waking noisily.

Insects chirp,

Birds sing merrily.

The call of the farmer,

His family,

In the distance,

The bark of his dog.

Lamb’s mournful pleas,

Mothers respond.

Through light clouds,

Over low hills,

A buttery sun kisses

The dense sod 

an ancient earthiness,

Trapped there

Between the cloverand the dampened earth.


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