Wednesday, February 12, 2014

"Behold the Day" by Frances Gearhart

The trees in the foreground stand motionless, rooted to the ground by shadow, and glued to each other as if each were merely a part of a single organism. A great beast overlooking his domain.

The warm earth glows gold, and slowly breaths in the crisp, cool air. The grass is soft as cotton.

The cerulean sky, a whipping, whirling collection of chimes and murmurs. Wisps of dancing clouds encircle mounds of forest. The heavens, infinitely vast, infinitely deep, are a world of their own. We can only enjoy the view from a distance.

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