She is anchored
to this endless plain;
her hair trailing,
the dress a filling sail.
The hills are a half smile
reaching to a purple haze;
the river peels the bank.
She stood for a moment
then reached for the earth.
It blew from her fingers
and she spun and raised
her arms and her voice
became the river and the wind
i Mean ‘one of your best’ (can’t edit comments once posted).
This is wonderful, John, the sensuousness of landscape. I think it’s one of the best!
Thank you, Peter.
Thanks, Dean.
has the symbolism of someone filming a dream