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,


Careful


Against the dewy ground,


His steps


Strong.


Steady.



Morning mist,


Ethereal,


Magical,


Curls around us,


Secretive.


Dreamy.


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 


Releasing 
an ancient earthiness,


Trapped there


Between the cloverand the dampened earth.

 

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